Already a long time I know that life took me on a path that was leading me from what is important to make my life count.
Being a mom is OK. I may have kids with special needs, but they're good people. They have their own purpose in life.
But I went to university. Got through so many things in life, there should be more to do to ake my life really worthwhile.
In a way I'm constant on the look out: "is it this where I'm supposed to jump in? Or is it that?"
It's not for the glory, I don't care.
It's for feeling that I am at the right time at the right place with the right skills and talents.
There must be more in life than always doing the laundry, and wearing my kid's old stuff because I have no money and worry about being to afford the rent, and dealing with an ex-husband in the house.
This war had put me on alert.
I warned for people being taken to camps in that large country. People laughed, said in this time... but I was right.
It infuriates me.... how on earth can people sink so low?
I lost my concept of a god a long time ago. "non-baptized children can only be at the entrance of heaven, but never will be in heaven.'
I asked the Vatican to answer my questions of how and why.
Those kids only made their diapers dirty, cried and maybe spit a bit.
What's wong with that?
What makes them less than a saint, who of course has taken a cookie from the tin in secret, or had another moment of imperfection? And he was allowed to become a saint and be in heaven?
So writing a poem for today was with a rather strange mood.
It started out quite serious...
But it ended in a kind of vent....or whatever you want to call it.
You can find it >>> here <<<