Another purposeful day winding to a close
I pop a handful of Pep-O-Mint LifeSavers
Gnashing the candied whites as I sit in repose
I contemplate the duo, the product from my labors
One, the fearless poetess, the apple of my eye
A will of steel and interminable drive
The other, a boy whose gentle looks belie
Mischief maker, ninja, and lover of all things sky
What an utter joy it is to watch them grow
Drinking in the pleasures of their childhood
Discovering the bliss of motherhood I did not know
Imbibing in something that was not understood
Now I wonder what my life would be if I had given
into all the frightful fears and the uncertainties
Would I have regretted having forgone female tradition?
For now, life is indeed better without those ambiguities
Save the ambiguities to those who fear
Just make sure they don’t come near
Their presence can only produce a tear
From eyes too busy to see them
Write on, sister!
So true. Hey Mark, not bad! You should pick up a quill yourself. Thank you always for the encouragement.