Tuesday, November 14, 2006

The Girl I Used To Be

She came tonight as I sat alone
The girl I used to be.
And she gazed at me with her earnest eye
And questioned reproachfully:

Have you forgotten the many plans
And hopes I had for you?
The great career, the splendid fame,
All the wonderful things to do?

Where is the mansion of stately height
With all its gardens rare?
The silken robes that I dreamed for you
And the jewels in your hair?

And as she spoke, I was very sad,
For I wanted her pleased with me,
This slender girl from the shadowy past,
The girl that I used to be.

So gently rising, I took her hand
And guided her up the stairs
Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay,
Innocent, sweet, and fair.

And I told her that these are my only gems,
And precious they are to me;
That silken robes is my motherhood
Of costly simplicity.

And my mansion of stately height is love,
And the only career I know
Is serving each day in these sheltered walls
For the dear ones who come and go

And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,
She smiled through her tears at me.
And I saw the woman that I am now
Pleased the girl I used to be.

- Author unknown


tharker said...

This is so great Heather! Where did you find it? I know I struggle with these same feelings. Thanks.

Heather said...

Carol-Lynn sent it to me, and I wanted to share it. So I thought this would be the perfect forum! Glad you could relate.

Alicia said...

Heather, that is an awesome poem. It makes it all worth it, huh?

meohmyers said...

I loved it, too!

Lindsay said...

Wow, Heather. I think I really needed that today. Thank you so much! :)