Cried Me A River

I cried me a river many times.

Mostly for my children.

The daughter I wanted protected.

For my son with big ideas,

stranger whose world collapsed.

After my brother and a few friends died

knowing their role in my life,

I cried me another river.

Some said pray and I did,

questioned God’s sovereignty

‘n cried me another river.

When I asked for change

life remained the same.

I wished I kept my struggle hidden.

decided to not ask again.

But cried a few rivers.

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A Registered nurse, wife, mother, poetic writer and United Way volunteer.Born in Belize, migrated to New York at age eighteen. After studying nursing, worked as an emergency room until starting a family.Having both natural and chosen children, it was the emotional struggles of the chosen ones that gave birth to many of her poems.Ruthieg believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, for that purpose, many of my poems were written.
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asoke kumar mitra
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lovely write, but heart wrenching.

Preeti
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Sometimes it is good to cry all your sorrows away…nicely put!

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