the path #glopowrimo

It’s a narrow path we walk, as a poet I know its name
As a mother, I balk, with you, I’m uncertain
The many roles I wear, mother, daughter, professional,
Daughter-in-law, aunt, sometimes a confessional.
I know you do not understand me as sometimes I know not you
It’s just one of those paths we walk, things we go through
Yet there is love, always, forever, there’s the breezes that caress
There is conversation and forgiving for which I am blessed 
So stop before you judge me, I am just a woman
Trying, just like you, only to be human. 
I have my faults, who doesn’t? Only this much is true
No matter how much you hurt, no one loves you like I do.  


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