I stand within my own circle of life
Me the mother, the wife,
A spot on the earth\'s surface
A point of reference - my space!
A rounded member of the Human Race
As more baggage comes my way my circle becomes sharper
When did life become so triangular?
Moving from A to B to C?
Monotony, life in automation is the key
Searching the four corners of my mind
Was I blind?
To when my life became so square
In a rut, all boxed up - should I care?
Thumbprints tessellated
A canvas of the life we created
As we rub together, more lines
We morph - another polygon?
Life has become a hexagon!
Fitting snugly - a quilt of sadness and laughter
Becoming stars shining in the sky here after.