Saturated In Solitude
I remember those busy years,
As mother, employee and wife.
I'd sometimes beg, almost in tears,
For peaceful play from my small dears
And more quietude for my life.
The years have passed, with children grown.
My dear husband has gone ahead.
My home and my time are all my own,
Sitting by silent telephone,
With only myself to be fed.
4/11/2018
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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