The Old Self


It's been six long years since I last spoke to 'you'.
This is a check in, to old friends, to my old self,
to my future self.

Six years of growing older.
Six years of loving,
a marriage,
house purchases.

Then there was the pregnancy,
then the loss and two long years of grief.
But hearts and bodies heal,
and there was the birth of my son.
His name is Elliot and he's beautiful.

Now I am not a little girl anymore.
I am 40. A mother. A wife.
Not so dutiful.






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