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MountainRose
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 Tue, Jun 19 2012, 10:37 am
The city lights reflect on clouds above
My quiet suburb garden in the night
I once was in that glow, partaking of
Adventures offered freely in the light
But now my Motzei Shabbos silent stays
A precious infant finally goes to sleep
The peace is valued though I long for days
When more came from Havdalah than this deep
Abiding thought that I must halt my life
And all that’s left belongs to my sweet son
At long last I’m a mother and a wife
But still the carefree girl I was is gone
If I could change my life, I’d stay the same
But lights in clouds above still call my name.
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enneamom
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Sun, Jun 24 2012, 7:20 pm
Wow
You expressed those feelings so perfectly.
IKWYM!
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sequoia
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Thu, Jul 05 2012, 7:48 am
Oh so good.
The ending is Shakespearean.
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MountainRose
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Thu, Jul 05 2012, 12:07 pm
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I was trying to make the whole thing a Shakespearean sonnet, but my grasp of iambic pentameter isn't amazing.
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