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The Void


I had written this poem on 1st March 1994. I’ve forgotten why I wrote it or because of whom-- but I remember being very hurt and despondent when I did. Today I opened my poetry book (have been writing since 1992) and read it. I’m amazed that I still feel the same way and it makes so much sense ,even after all these years. Sorry, if it is depressing.. It matches my current mood.
The Void.
Looking ahead into the future,
A void stares back,
Occasionally decorated by specks,
Of people who seem to matter,
Whom you seem to need,
Till they let you down.
Then you are back to the beginning,
Where the void still stares back,
Suspended, devoid, untouched by time,
Unaffected by the specks,
Now long forgotten.
Not even a trace of memory remains,
All that exists,
Is the void,
Still staring back.
© Ps

Comments

  1. I dont think that the poem is drepressing, well may be a little, but this is how people feel at times. so its a valid reason to put pen to paper.

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  2. "just a mother of two"

    I just want to encourage you that being "just" a mother is the most important thing you can do with your life. You spend your days shaping two little people's view of life, and who they will be. What you do every day will impact them, and everyone they come in contact with. This in turn impacts all the people that those people touch... and on and on.

    There is no more important calling in life than to give yourself in love to raising a child.

    Many, if not most of the problems in the world are because we dont take that job seriously.

    So... youre not "just" a mother of two...

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  3. Thanks for the comment Brian..Of course,being a mom is THE most important thing for me.The name "just a mother of two" is a misnomer :-) because, if you read the other entries in the blog, it is definitely a pointer to being more than just a mother of two!!But i just felt the name had a nice ring to it, and also fond memories associated with the term (its a joke between me and a good friend)and hence chose it for the blog.

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  4. Looking back on my comment, it sounded sort of "preachy". Sorry about that. Its just a hot-button for me. I see so many families where parenting sort of takes a back seat to so many other things. And then we wonder why our kids are doing drugs and having sex with anyone who will.

    Thanks for your gracious response to my "preaching". ;-)

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