As the midnight hour is close at hand;
Memories of my past,
Reflect who I am.
We have formed a family on this American land.
There's no regrets even if I could take back the time,
Because motherhood was a blessing I came to know.
All I have left from a beautiful memory,
The love I see in our children's eyes.
For them I would walk through
fire and die.
Don't need a palm reading by a fortune-teller,
To give me answers on why,
You and I are no longer written
in black letters.
About the Creator
Teresa Joiner
Author & Poet with interests in music, art, traveling.
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