Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Wondering Why

I am no longer a child, I am a mother, wife, and some would say an adult (even though I do not feel like one). There are many times I find myself wondering WHY... Why this life, Why me... and then I find myself thinking of a poem I wrote some time when I was a teenager (probably 97, 98sih), and it gets me threw another day.

I live this life you've handed me,

And wonder Why?

So imperfect and full of shadows,

But who can live it better then I?


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