My Gifts

by Leah (Libra) - Not entered

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
Date created: 1998-10-27 09:31:07
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:38
Poem ID: 50889

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