I spent a life time changing diapers.
Wiping noses and tears.
Cleaning and cooking.
Don’t get me wrong I love my family.
But It’s my turn now.
And
I want more I want me.
Is that too much to ask.
I want to be me.
But first I have to find me.
Where do I start.
When I look in the mirror.
I don’t see me.
Only a vague reflection of who I was.
And I miss her.
Her love of life. Her secret smile.
The way she moved from one emotion to another,
like a humming bird looking for nectar.
I miss the soft lines of her smile
The laughter that brought tears.
The tears that brought laughter.
The way she would spin in the sunshine arms open,
face upturned expectant.
How did I lose her?
Where is she?
how do I find her?
I want her back.
Is that too much to ask.
V C Vaughn