Long before you were wife, mother, breadwinner,
you must have been just YOU.
Days, when you too dreamed in technicolor.
When you were allowed to be just, YOU.
And then came he.
Through him, me.
This one's for my mom.
you must have been just YOU.
Days, when you too dreamed in technicolor.
When you were allowed to be just, YOU.
And then came he.
Through him, me.
This is Poem 4 for Robert Lee Brewer's April Poem-A-Day Challenge 2012.
The prompt for this poem is : Something before my time.
This one's for my mom.
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