When I was a girl
I spoke with the voice of hope.
I had dreams.
When I was a maid
I spoke with the voice of certainty.
I knew my mind.
When I was a woman
I spoke with the voice of purpose.
I had ambitions.
When I was a wife
I spoke with the voice of love.
I found my soul mate.
When I was a mother
I spoke with the voice of compassion.
I loved my family.
When I was a crone
I spoke with the voice of wisdom.
I traveled the world.
Thought I am dead and cannot speak
my life holds meaning.
I left a legacy.
© Wondra Vanian
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