A Tribute To Poetry Month

Just acknowledging poetry month with one of my poems,

" The Weakest Link"

I am only one person. A person that has taken
On many roles. I feel as though I am the weakest link.
How can I manage. There is nothing feminine about me.
I am the despondent mother that clutches her bible.
I am the father without any masculinity.
I am a counselor without any guidance
A cook without any ingredients have I been disobedient
I am a maid without any strength and the offspring
Without the time to care, oh how I look on with such despair.
I feel as though I have experience in every field
But there is no recognition, benefits, or vacation.
Is it rewarding? I asked myself.
I stretch myself thin, I bend to the near end
As I end this day I kneel to pray and ask
Am I the weakest link?
"I don't think so" a voice says
"The weakest link is the link that doesn't
Ask for strength, guidance, knowledge,
courage, or patience."
I have great stength to carry on many roles.
Yes there are benefits, recognition, and even
A vacation one day.
But most of all, there is a reward
that only God knows about and
I will receive it one day.

Copyright 2009