The woman I am now

Man was I feeling sorry for myself last night. I think I was having a brief delayed moment of post partum depression. Today I feel better after a discussion with my husband and a few hours of browsing at Target. I came across this poem today and it had me bawling like a baby.

She came tonight as I sat alone..

The girl I used to be....

And she gazed at me with her earnest eyes

And questioned reproachfully;

Have you forgotten the many plans And hopes I had for you?

The great career, the splendid fame, All the wonderful things to do?

Where is the mansion of stately height With all its gardens rare?

The silken robes that I dreamed for you And the jewels in your hair?

And as she spoke, I was very sad For I wanted her to be pleased with me...

This slender girl from the shadowy past

The girl I used to be.

So gently rising, I took her hand

And guided her up the stairs

Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay Innocent, sweet, and fair.

And I told her that these are my only gems,

And precious they are to me;

That silken robes, is my motherhood Of costly simplicity.

My mansion of stately height is love,

And the only career I know

Is serving each day in these sheltered walls For the dear ones who come and go.

And as I spoke to my shadowy guest, She smiled through her tears at me.

And I saw the woman that I am now

Pleased the girl I used to be.

~Author Rowena K. Lewis