Choices
I did not choose my life, I was born into it;
The lonely little girl was my path to follow.
Did I wish to bury a baby and a husband?
Life is full of paths and we must face them.
But I have made choices, yes I have.
When mother was sick, I was there for her,
I gave up my life to help until the end;
Everything I could do, I did for my mother,
The only thing I could not do, is die for her.
I stood by her coffin, and I was proud.
The choice I have made with my poetry is clear,
From the very depth of my soul with a dripping pen;
I keep memories of my beloved alive,
The beloved live in my poems, in my gossamer lines.
Oh, some think my writing is melancholy.
I made a decision to change, to go back to school,
Leaving a good job to follow a childhood dream;
It was hard, very difficult, but I did it,
Now I am a nurse in palliative care, that was my choice.
I help the dying elderly die with dignity.
And my life and beliefs are all my own, mine alone,
I will not allow anyone to try to control me ever;
This existence is too short to be a puppet dangling,
And today, my choice is silence and tranquility at home.
The clicking clock of life ticks until the end.
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September 7, 2015
Verse
For the contest, The Choices We Make In Life, sponsor, Edward Ebbs
First Place
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