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I am your wife – I have a purpose to fulfill
To stand by you through thick & thin.
I am your mother – in my tender purpose I take pride
To nourish and prepare you in the world to take your stride
I am your daughter with a purpose was I born
To carry your genes for another generation to come.
Oh my brother, my sibling dearest
I was born to share in your sunset years memories of frolic in the sun,
laughter in the rain and the lap of our mother warm.
I am your friend with a purpose of camaraderie & banter
To give you space for tears & laughter.
I am your lover whose only purpose is
To love you now and through life after life.
Shunned by society, nevertheless
In being your mistress a pure purpose I have
To be your solace in stress and distress.
I am a woman with a purpose was I created
To be the power, the pride, the beauty of mankind.
I am human, and I believe in a purpose I have
To use my intellect yet surrender my will
To a power much higher than I can imagine.
Why then do I say that there is no purpose
In the magnificent universe in which I repose?
How did I turn blind to the light of faith
And stumble into the abyss of purposeless existence?
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