Naked Reflections

As a Director of Nursing, published author of six romance novels, a prestigious profession, nice brownstone, and money with interest in a bank institution; yet, I feel at times it’s not enough, I am coming up short in the glory of God, my mind continues to whisper to me in the wind.  
  
I registered for college last Thursday, to begin earning my master’s degree in nursing, (Emphasize in Psychology). As I sat there filling out the college entrance necessary paper work, signing my life, away, and giving permission to have my sealed transcripts mailed from my previous colleges.    
   
I looked around the college admission office, there were several incoming fresh face students, the next generation, who, have not lived, experience the fruits of their labor, have not set voyage in this vast world.  I sometimes think I am missing out on something greater than me, I cannot place my finger on it, maybe the pitter patter of little feet; however, I have no regrets for an empty womb, but I continue to question, who will remember me as their legacy, my doctrine, my blood, absence of flowing through the veins of my next generation.  
   

   
SKC