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Who Am I Am I the woman some call mom, Am I the partner one calls wife, Am I the old person called granma, Is this what consists of my life? How can I be mom when I'm still 16, How can I be wife when I still have dreams, How can I be granma when I'm not yet old, This life gets confusing it seems. I know these adults calling me mom are mine, This man beside me belongs to me, These little ones, they love me unconditionally, But does anyone know who I really may be? I suppose I must be all these things, And yet... I just have to ask If I am truly who they think - Why do I wear this mask? Why do I long for far away places And spend all my time in a dream? Why do I hide beneath this mask And not be what I seem? Oh... I am more than you'll ever know, Much more than what you see. My heart is filled with love for you - I yearn for you to be with me Yes... I am mom and wife and granma, I'm a sister and a friend, These things are true, But in this soul and 'neath this mask I only belong to you Joanne Murray Vereb
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