Who is it?

I stood in one place
While anticipating
Being in another.

I out stretched my hands
Not to take from you,
But to hand over the best
Gift as a wife and mother.

Was it your fear, my apprehension,
That caused us to be fixated?
Or is it simply your disbelief?

It made me wondered, which of us
Lacked understanding. Was it, I?
Or were you and I profoundly mistaken?

For more of Ruth's poetry purchase, Fantasy/Controversy or My Reality.

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