Avocation
What to be when I grow up?
How often I've aimlessly wandered
Through that field of dreams
When still a child I wanted nothing more
Than to be a mother, loving her child
When I was a mother, I dreamed of being
A nurse, nurturing sick folks to health
When I went into therapy, I had hopes
Of spreading sanity into this crazy world
But not until
I wrote down my feelings
In the sweet words of poetry
Did I finally nurture that lonely child
Heal the sickness inside, and celebrate sanity
Realizing that I had finally grown up
Copyright 1998 Cynthia L. Bryant
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