Reflection

Staring into the mirror of what has been my broken life
Piece by piece I pluck them from the floor so I can see..

The First piece that will enable me to be a loving wife
One clear piece of the mother I wish to be
Three splintered pieces which make up my core
One cracked piece of my past I do NOT wish to see
One jagged piece for all the pain I ve caused

I would have done this sooner but it seemed such the chore

For so long I' ve wanted these pieces to come together
For so long I' ve longed to be whole
For so long I' ve held up in less than fair weather
For so long I' ve been looking for this missing piece to my soul

It is and has always been, right here inside me.

My wife loved this poem she asked me to say thank you.

nuff said

lol @ jod your worse then me:ROFL

jod, hope that wasn't meant in a mean way......:)

pappy, glad your wife enjoyed this one :)