The Question of My Soul

by

Mary A. Green

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I was a good child
At least I tried to be
Sometimes
Fell short of expectations
Theirs
Not mine
Still live with guilt
I was a good mother
At least I tried to be
Most of the time
Fell short of expectations
Mine
Not theirs
Still live with guilt

I was a good wife
Really tried to be
Whose expectations did I miss?
Hey, look ye here
I surrendered everything
My body first
Then my conscience and my thoughts
Perhaps my very soul
Did I really let him cart it away
In the dingy moving van
That took his boxes?

Or is it still with Mother
or my kids?

I've discovered my own thoughts now
My body and my conscience too
One day soon
Perhaps I'll feel the flutter
of my soul returning
This time to stay