Like John the Baptist in his mother’s womb,
I’m leaping with joy,
Though Mary didn’t greet my mom this morning,☹
I’ve known what I’ve lost for years,
Not even a penny can buy it,
So obvious that everyone has it,
Though few know its meaning or its presence,
Born in a farm house in a hideous village,
Of a well up background,
Consumed in my wholehearted hatred to them,
I forgot that… they were the only ones I got,
Concerned about family comparisons,
I’ve never felt this love before…
Of the people I can turn to,
Family is all I wanted,
What I needed,
What defines me?
Tis’ the half that made me hate myself,
Family is the reason that I laugh and love,
I’m writing…..
Not moved by creativity but that love,
The love that I was too blind to notice,
Weird is it?
But at least I can call myself me again. ☺