Mother

Mother

Mother

I wish I had more energy
To pass the boring time away
But duty always sucks it dry
When all I want to do is fly

I wish I had more gumption
To charge out of petticoat junction
Not that I’d want to be a man
But I’d like to follow my own plan

Yet I find myself waiting on others
Since my love has to smother
And be some kind of mother
Oh, where for art thou, Brother?

I can just taste the life
Though life is full of strife
It’s just outside my door
But virtue I must store

Ah – the memory of living to gain
Was sweet, but the loneliness pain
So, then I decided to share
And poetry shows that I care

© Bonita Louise Christensen

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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