The Art of Being Me
In the twilight of my day
The only worry I have
Is if I’ll see
The twilight of my tomorrow
Nothing that’s ever promised
Has been a guarantee
This is the art
The art of being me
Cynthia Dockery Allgood
Disillusion
Seeing the world
Through rose-colored glasses
Through guilt-free tears
And sincere fake-smiles
Knowing that as long as you deny
Then it isn’t so
Cynthia Dockery Allgood
I Am a Mother
I am a mother
To a child
Full of life
Giving of love
A touch of doubt
A pinch of resistance
Right in her nature
Mature for her age
Wanting her to learn
Yet stay little
I am a mother
To a child
Cynthia Dockery Allgood
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