Hillside View

I sat

Sitting at my bay window very deep in thought

It’s the only real place were I zone out from my reality

I ponder about things I could have done and could be

I am not saying that my life is not fulfilled

I have the doting husband, the loving and care free children.

It’s picture perfect.

But between me and you

I feel so lost in my role as a wife & mother and caretaker.

I’ve forgotten me.

Beside the window

I look at pictures of myself past & present

My body has changed—I was never a size 2

But I’ve gained all this weight in all the wrong place.

I sit here

At my favorite place to be

looking at the hillside view.

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