“Each second makes its mark on every single person’s life- comes and then goes, quietly disappearing without fanfare, evaporating into the air like steam from a piping hot Christmas pudding. Enough time leaves us warm; when our time is gone, it leaves us cold. It is time of which we do not have enough; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely.” (The Gift, Cecilian Ahern)
Defending the poor and unfortunate
caring with a heart so compassionate
ah! a lawyer that’s what I will be
back then as a little girl with glee.
Broadcasting news on TV
doing it with a mind so steady
Ah! a television anchor I see
back in high school so carefree.
Pouring thoughts on paper
scribbling late at night so dear
ah! a journalist I will
back in college with free will.
Never become a lawyer really
it wasn’t my dream actually
‘Twas a childish thing to wish
no dirt to dish.
Broadcasting wasn’t even for me
‘though I had the chance to be
you see surgery on the neck
making it hard to speak.
A writer I may have always been
creating stories every now and then
putting actions into words
screaming as I scribble with thoughts.
You see there’s something I miss
never imagined I enjoyed it with bliss
caring for little souls as they grow
motherhood is what makes me glow.