Reflections

Sitting here waiting for the old people come for crafts I've been doing reflections on my life. I've been poor and homeless more times then I like to count. I never had a home of my own until I met my husband. I lived with my mom & whatever boyfriend she had. I moved in with my dad with my 1st husband and our kids. I lived there for 14 years. Once my 1st husband died I found my true love. Different story. But I've worked, I've been unemployed, I've been a mom, a sister and a caretaker for as long as I remember. I've suffered from migraines most of my life. I've been beaten, battered, bruised & raped but all of that has made me stronger. I love looking back to see what has changed.