Sometimes I listen to their voices, their laughter as I sit here in my quiet surroundings. And often wonder why their sounds dont always make me feel the way they do now. Sometimes I do share in those sounds.. Other times I wish I were far away. Their sprits lifts my soal as if there is no other gift I could ever want. But sometimes.... the quiet is painfully welcome.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem one night when I was sitting in my bedroom listening to my kids coming in from playing and having fun. I was taking a time out from them since I was needing sometime alone. I started to cry thinking about how lucky I was to have my 3 children (2 step-children and 1 child mine) and guilty about needing time alone and my feelings of stress when I am with them. I thought about how God had given me these Gifts.Birth sign: Not entered
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