Time Passes Days
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, May 24, 2007
The last school day,
I always cringe, not being
A mother of servitude,
The last school day.
It’s sad, in a way,
I always reflect non-being,
Mother of nothing,
It’s sad, in a way.
Time passes days,
I keep arguing may-being,
A mother of something,
Time passes days.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 2/24/07
You put heart and soul into verse that many identify with; excellent write.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
creative mind.