Tansy Roekaerts Poet Lyric

Once Reworked

Joyful, resentful, demanding and loud
 The past is a place, where I felt defined
 Pain I wear it an invisible shroud
I’ll   take to my grave, unless I can find
 That time that I colored to lend it weight,
Bright little boxes, for fear we be late.
Unthinkable that time could lose its hue
Fading with it all I held to be true
Time now weighs heavy, a mantle of lead.
Time then so light so quickly was it spent
Paying no heed to my disease so spread
Till I was left, or was it me that went?

Once was mother, but alas no more,
I have lost my voice, but inside I roar
09/09/2020

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Silent One September 26, 2020 at 1:47 PM This was almost a sonnet ...You will always be a mother.... This is an emotive piece

Gershon Wolf September 9, 2020 at 2:48 PM That last couple 'speaks volumes,' Tansy. Sometimes I feel the same way as a 'father no more.' Profound penning, Gershon Tansy Roekaerts September 9, 2020 at 3:17 PM thank you. my heart aches for you. did you read 'untitled' (because my role in the familiy is undefined). I wrote it just before I was seeing my kids for the first time in a long time