WOMEN

You know, I am a restless woman from ages past, Who does not know the address of her home. I am searching For the address of my home. The house where I was born Held wealth that was never mine. I worked, Toiled, And through all joys and sorrows, I was a companion, Yet remained an outsider. In the house where I went After marriage, Carrying countless dreams, I was known as the girl of another home. I managed both home and outside, Yet still remained an outsider. Now I have grown old, And my son is the master of the house. Even now, I do not know The address of my home.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 10/1/2024 9:16:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Anita Solanki
Date: 10/21/2024 7:12:00 PM

Thank you so much...