life somewhere

poem by: Elizabeth J White
Written on Apr 27, 2015

I am only 53 , in some ways I haven't lived
surrounded by some takers I gave all I had to give.

I love my Children each and every one, am proud to have
daughter in laws and grand daughter to, to go along with my sons.

They have left the nest and living their own lives
busy with children and new families and sweet precious wives.

Now I am lost in this world, I don't want to be selfish, but life is passing by
I want to be there for mom and dad but feel I need
a little me time, or just more time to cry

Feeling like it's time to make my one dream in life come true
what I've wanted for so long, a place to work, my studio

All I have wanted is to be there for my kin
but life is passing me by, it's blowing like the wind.

Will anyone, ever know, of my soul and heart
that with everything in me, I live to create art.

Will anyone ever know a dark haired shy little girl
was almost born with a sketchbook in hand
for drawing and painting her world.

Will anyone ever know how the little girl went from pencil to color to paint
how she longs with each sunrise, to see a new masterpiece in the sky
and capture with her brush a new creation to create.

Will anyone, ever know, of her journey in life at all
What she is about, who she is and how she cares
Will I find the artists life here or in the great somewhere?

 

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Christopher Russon commented on Dec 08, 2017 at 7:24pm
Well written poem we all need to follow our dreams.
Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 08, 2017 at 10:13pm
You are truly blessed Elizabeth........with life.....

 

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