On a little blue ball there is a woman
longing, waiting restlessly
feeling unsatisfaction
She wants to live life perfectly
So tired of all the stress
But there are certain expectations
Aims that she has to reach for
If not, there'll be no celebrations
And the children that she has got
Oh, how she loves them all
They deserve all the best there is
but the presents are always too small
The woman struggles day by day
waiting, longing, wondering
how to live this life
How can she improve to become
a succesful mother and wife?
The children miss their mother's presence
they're not as happy as they seem
But wanting perfection that noone knows of
the woman is lost in her dream
In response to Keith Douglas' poem "How to Kill".
2 comments:
You are a great writer, and it seems like you have written a lot of poems. This one I really liked, because it tells how life can be sometimes. Love the fact that you put in rhymes in every other line.
Very good!
What a warm and deep poem.
You have succeeded in bringing it to life. Very nice!
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