Me, Myself and I

Languishing in a limbo of roles perpetually gleaning reading ripe tombs and myths a child, a child dreaming parroting fancies in pretty pink braiding wisps on a razor straps edge the perfect daughter to become when all that was wanted was a son… life passed by for the adult child caring for mother, sister, brother never really finding a meaning of she mothering mother friend and companion to father oh where was she? excel… a touch tones sympathetic plight graft the colors, the paint the light, the mold the seemingly endless mission…life languishing in a limbo of roles captured waif, soldered wife pie baker, clothes maker, gardener twist the seam of an unknown dream thirty years on hold half a lifetime, square peg in a round hole then she came, who was she you ask why me, myself and I bloom on a rose I saved me stepped off the cross and became.....me Contest The Right Time Poet: D. Guzzi