Solitude

Solitude
is hard to find
is precious and rare
is forbidding and inviting all at the same time!
Sometimes
i feel the need
to stay in bed
and pull the covers over my head
Sometimes
i feel the need
to be the center of attention
to have all eyes on me
Sometimes
i wish friends would call
and ask me
about my day
Sometimes
i hurry through
a well-meaning chat
to cut it short
Solitude
is precious and rare
healing to the soul
balming to the mind
One day, I will have the solitude
of going to the bathroom without a little voice saying Mommy where are
you?!

~Original poem by Dee~*~ January 15, 2001~*~