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As a mother, wife, sister, and daughter my life is full. How can days feel so empty? When I sit and reflect on life I ask myself this.

I take up pen. I cheer at games. I teach my faith. I inspire my class. Why am I yet uninspired?

I draw my dreams. I sing my truths. I listen with an open heart. I hug a child's sadness away. Why is my soul the saddest?

I am busy with everything that will fill the moments. How much more will I take on? When I sit and reflect on life I ask myself this.

As a mother I do my best As a wife I try to love. As a sister I am so far from those dear. As a daughter I love completely. Why are these things so complicated?

I yearn to escape to a dreamland of my past. Why can't I let go of what has been? When I sit and reflect on life I ask myself this.

I miss the talks. I miss the voice. I miss the smell. I miss the joy.

I surround myself in music, children, and tasks. When will I stop dreaming of him? When I sit and reflect on life I ask myself this.

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