She Is Me
She sat in her car, with thoughts
and a plan.
She kept by her side a pen
in hand.
Life was an experience that she lived
This was part of her stories, she gave
for a thrill.
It gave meaning, it gave life
Written from the experience of a mother,
and a wife.
Everyone she encounter
Everyone she knew
Became part of her story, it became
true.
So if you see her, began to look.
For your part in her story.
And by all means "please read the book."
Copyright © Flossie Gierke | Year Posted 2016
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