Monday, June 6, 2016

A Map Of Her Own

                    for Coley Campany

Each morning over coffee she unrolls
   The great map of her life, and fills it in,
Marking last night’s path till there are no holes
   And she can see exactly where she’s been.
Then she regards that looming blank expanse
   That doesn’t have a signpost or a street:
Her future—into which she must advance
   Blind and scared that empty means incomplete.
Her mother’s map was dead ends and lost chances
   Written by husband’s and by children’s hands.
Her pen’s her own, and with it she advances
   Into the unknown—for she understands
      When all that emptiness gets mapped behind her,
      The destination in her soul will find her.

Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells


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