Noteworthy
By: Pamela Waterbird Davison
Copyright 2007
Sometimes
I think about
being
somebody,
and it’s dissatisfying
to know
I’ll always be
just me.
Then I remember
my beloved mother
crying with courage,
no stranger
to fear,
but doing
her best
to live well.
Deep shadows
consume
first impressions
where heroism
was born
and I walk
with daring
taught long and hard.
There,
anyone can see
the classified
statement
I am today…
quite content
to aim at living
like I mean it.
No darkness can hide
a definite woman.
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