The Epilogue

The author wrote this story but did not leave a Table of Contents,

Yet you still kept on reading determined to fill the pages with your presence.

Now you know all the chapters of this book that I am still getting to know,

I see it in reflected in your eyes as you watch the children grow.

You leave so much unsaid,

Leaving it to be experienced instead.

What was it that that your story revealed to you,

Did you spend your nights up wondering about your future too?

My story is still unfolding yet I can hardly wait to finish the book,

Like a mystery thriller, I skip through leaving many pages overlooked.

I find myself racing through searching for answers,

If only to read the titles of the following chapters.

I can barely keep my mind focused on the words that lay before me,

With each measured breath, I check in and out of the story.

Hidden among those words are my joys, sorrows, and confounds,

They are the stories behind my laughter, my tears, cheers and frowns.

At times I find myself eager, even whimsical, as I turn the pages ,

Crying with laughter or screaming with joy, these are the fastest stages.

Other times, I find myself wanting to put the book down  -

Heartbreak and anguish paralyse me, i cant turn the pages to which I am bound .

These are sentiments I know you too have pondered upon

Your story once started with a blank page, now almost all the pages are written on.