It is I <\/p>\n
The little girl with the braided locks
\nIn her pinafore with the matching socks,
\nHer eyes filled with stories untold
\nIt was I, a little miracle, waiting to unfold.<\/p>\n
That lovely lass, in the afternoon sun,
\nFull of life, gaiety, and mindless fun,
\nFalling in love for the very first time,
\nIt was I, trying to make my verses rhyme.<\/p>\n
That beautiful face behind a veil,
\nThose quivering lips as life set sail,
\nA friend, a lover, a consort for life,
\nIt was I, smiling through every strife.<\/p>\n
That joyous face filled with pride,
\nThose skipped heartbeats, when a little baby cried,
\nThat best friend, and a punching bag,
\nIt was I, a mother looking for innocent moments to brag. <\/p>\n
The silver locks glistening in the sun
\nThe laugh lines that wrinkle at every pun,
\nThose sunsets when the sky turns to gold
\nIt is I, reflecting moments young and old.<\/p>\n
The lover who has been romanced in the light of the moon,
\nThe mother who was dismissed, a moment too soon,
\nIt is I, you have always found by your side,
\nIn all my roles, as a woman of pride.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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