When you were younger You were skinny and nicely built. When you were pregnant -- a new bride -- You were radiant and didn't think you could be brought down. Now you sit around in your sweaty pajamas. Dreams have never come true for you. All gray and wrinkled you have lost hope. Just can't make those dreams come true.
Reason for writing:
I wrote it about my mom.
Birth sign: Not entered
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Danielle E. Kirchner {Cancer}.