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by Marie
Rated: E · Poetry · Activity · #2257473
Young daughter telling her mom she's going to have a baby.
I never completed a thing as a child.
It drove my mother a little nuts, a bit wild
No big deal, It’s just not me or my style.
Leave me alone, let me be a kid for awhile.

I never completed a thing when I was in my teens.
I was way to busy being a rock star in my dreams.
Started to paint, next it was pottery, then I tried to knit.
Quit my art, broke my molds, lost my needles, mom’s
having a fit.

Tried collage, hair stylist, cooking classes, never finished.
What a plight, loosing site, the true meaning of my life has diminished.
Mom is older, lines on face from worry and crying.
Now I’m married, mom I promise, I will keep trying,

Here I am several months later and I’m expecting.
Mama says, with this task there’ll be no rejecting.
Each passing month I longed for this baby to meet.
At last, I feel so accomplished, content, and complete.


by Eileen clark


Image:http://kristinrachellephotography.com/blog/2010/02/san-diego-baby-photographer-marlowe/

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