Hands wrapped around mugs
Words of hope spoken
Dreams shared
Opened windows
Curtains softly sway
Spring breeze creeps in
Eyes glance out the window
Kids playing
Giggles slip in
Moms converse
Making plans for the future
Who are we?
Just moms?
Does life have more?
Best friends unaware...
...they have just shared a wonderful moment in time.
-Yvette Negron-Torres
Oh, how lovely. Sometimes as moms we lose ourselves and feel desperate to regain our identities. It's not till our children are older that we realize the best identity to have is the one of "mom." Your poem is lovely. I have thoroughly enjoyed it.
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