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.
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