by Betty Jo Petty

Created on: July 21, 2008   Last Updated: November 06, 2008

Sitting and thinking, most assuredly alone,

even though he is on the other side of the room.

Years doing daily things needing done;

Loved when I had my first little son.

Along came the darling little girl, much later.

Three years, more, along came the baby.

Grown up now, they are going their ways,

Treat their mother like most kids do on these days.

Taking the strife is not a good life.

Fed up is one way to describe all this stress.

Going along, God holding my hand,

how can I miss?

Leaving the children, well, they will take care.

Take care of myself, is what I shall dare.

Planning a life, without all the strife.

I've had it, all I need to take,

Let them have their life, give them the strife.

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