Taking the Liberty


A crowned goddess famous for embodying liberty,

Overlooks Manhattan for all eternity,

From the French, the Americans had received this gift,

Its message of independence and power intending to uplift.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    A frowned upon domestic goddess smothered by work indoors,

New York was a faraway dream, she’d often be down on all fours,

As her two young sons wreaked havoc, out of the kitchen she would lead them,

A great leader for them to admire, yet she was in need of freedom.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        She often lit the way like the torchbearing lady in the Big Apple,

When paths had become dark and family issues proved difficult to tackle,

She often believed in enforcing strict rules to her sons that were justifiable,

That the statue,Libertas, also believed so was undeniable.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               When the boys breaking dishes and spreading crumbs became too sore an eyeful,

She never succumbed to the anger and upset she would carefully stifle,

When the boat she had once happily sailed in was rocked by regular rows,

She never once lost faith in the oars – her wedding vows.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    A husband, an architect, who had taken his wife for granted,

Who never saw the pain in her eyes as he continually roared and ranted,

An architect who thought his marriage had been built solidly on rock,

Not the sand it eventually collapsed onto after enduring knock after knock.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Yet when her husband left her, she still didn’t feel free,

A single mother with a hectic work schedule, the stress was plain to see,

Yet she would imagine New York Harbour and feeling as free as a bird,

A purpose for which the Statue of Liberty suitably served.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    A present dedicated to America in 1886 by the people of France,

This mother had never stopped to reflect on her life and the statue’s significance,

It was at that point she decided not to cry over simple little things,

She would no longer obsess about the past, it was time for her to spread her wings.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          For the rest of her life, her hope remained permanent,

Like a metal piece of the world-famous monument,

Forever, she would be taking the liberty,

Of smiling and laughing in the face of adversity.



Enjoy every moment ✈️ Faigh an ceann is fearr ar an eagla Folgen Sie Ihren Träumen Faites des souvenirs

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