A dried Zinnia
fell from my journal today
buried here 30 years ago this
very
day, an icon of heart, mind soul
full of
dreams to Glasgow Uni to be
a writer or to discuss like a
lawyer or to learn Gaelic
as he did, he that began
his journey the same
time I did 30
years ago when all things
seemed possible
and every moment was one of
self – stimulation and
pleasure in life and who I was
at the core – who I was born
to be. He moved on
to fulfill that
destiny;
my journey
bro ke
at
pregnancy
no.1
then job, a need for $
confine no.2
life trails
husband
partner?
with needs
withering goals
parents
ailing
more
other
them 1st
no
more
me.
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