What am I to do?
What is the purpose that
I have been given?
Later years.
Children grown.
Motherhood tucked in like
A blanket.
My days are full.
Busy work.
Shopping.
Errands for others~
Others with jobs.
Careers.
My time
Worth little to others
Priceless to me.
Heavy with threat.
How many days
Left to explore?
Play?
Create?
Sickness
Hangs over.
Thick stormy clouds.
Will the torrents pour?
Wash me away
Before I am ready?
Or…
Will the Winds
Blow them over
Leaving me to bask
In the sun
For a while longer?
Holly Y. Smith