IT’S THE STORY OF MY LIFE

My son gave me a book,

And asked me to write the

Story of my life –

It’s pretty simple, really,

I was a baby, a girl, a student,

A wife.

Of course, there’s much more to

Write than those simple things,

But I have to go backward

On Memory’s Wings.

I have to remember

My mother’s sweet face,

My father’s grape arbor,

And My wedding day lace.

I have to go back

To the Vietnam War

To attending a “rally”

To learn something more

I have to go back

To my son’s early years,

When I was newly divorced

And often in tears;

Working and raising a

Child on my own

Daycare to work,

 To Daycare

and home.

Watching him grow

Was my one simple pleasure

He was my anchor

My pride and my treasure,

And I know I was often

quite pressed for time,

Still, my duty was clear

And the job was all mine.

I paid bills with my hands

Typing Complaints, or transfer of lands;

I read, I write, I crochet and I dance

I’ve had my good share of love

And romance;

I am still busy living

And I’m hopeful the rest

Of my life will be full

And as gratefully blessed.

Christina 5/22/07

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