The live's I've lived

Poem #174

As I sit here and watch this fire burn out, I can't help but think about my neighbour. Think about the stories she used to tell me think about how she was forced into a life she didn't want how she had a burning passion for science and discovering how things work. How her burning passion was so hot no one could tear it down until someone did. She was the youngest of four kids two older brothers and one older sister. Her brothers getting opportunities to go to colleges and universities to become their true passion to make their burning passion even brighter. She watched as her sister became a mother she was so proud of her sister her sister was one of the strongest people she knew. Everyone allowed her to have this burning passion until it came time to go to college. The only college that accepted her being on the other side of the states everyone around her telling her to just become a mother that it wasn't worth it... It was all she was good for being a mother so she did it. She tells me how she married a man she wasn't in love with. He was a doctor she tells me about her three kids all girls. She tells me about how her burning passion slowly started to fade just like the fire slowly slowly burning out. Slowly the branches in her life went away until there was nothing except for her kids and yes she is a proud mother. She tells me how important it was for her to raise strong independent women. She tells me how she never had to see her daughter's burning passion die out she tells me how her one daughter followed in her fathers' footsteps becoming a doctor. How her other daughter decided to become a scientist and her other one decided to marry her high school sweetheart. She's so proud of them and she's so proud of how far things have come. That women are able to do these things and now I can't help but feel gratitude that I am able to do these things. That hopefully my burning passion will never die out will never have to die out.