Time for Me

The passage of time moves quicker it seems
as years fly by with unrealized dreams
A clock ticks away without regard
during the hustle and bustle of working hard
Passions and plans still remain unattended
while losing touch with those I’ve befriended 
Pursuing the gains needed to keep my family fed
some parts of who I am are all but dead
Looking back I question my choices 
I sacrificed myself to give my kids voices
I hear them say how much they love me so
and I start to forget the things I let go
Now that they’re grown it’s time to return
to the things in myself for which I yearn
I made sure to teach them what they need to fly
and even if they fail they should at least try
Each tick of the clock reminds me to cherish 
the moments I have left before I parish
So, I rekindle the fire of who I am inside
using my inner sight as a helpful guide
I realize now I’m neither or or the other
but both, an artist and a loving mother
Realizing this helps ease my mind
that who I am was not left behind
it’s just some things I put on a shelf
until I had time for just myself
I embark on the path I dreamt as a teen
I return to me, I am Jeanine