The Journey

Barbara C Rowe Author



The Journey 


Where should I start with this story of mine?

As a child, things were not good,

I didn’t have any parents, really, and was confined.

Happiness was for someone else.

My life was far from being what it should.


Growing up and in emotional pain,

I reached out for comfort, from anyone.

For all my efforts, in the end, I had nothing to gain.

Through all my youth, I just needed someone.


As a Mother at an early age

I really tried my best.

I was happy for a while, but it was only a stage.

Being a good wife was kind of a test


Now my children are grown,

Doing the things, I  use to do,

And living their lives, on their own.

I’d love to have all those years back.

Wouldn’t you?


Now I’m growing older and afraid of…

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