Mom's Lament

The kids grow up and move on taking their friends and their lives with them-- we are left feeling the best has passed us by.

My house, full of children. I remember them all ,
whether they were short or whether they were tall--
the loud ones, the shy ones, the smart ones --
the one that led them all.

The years have moved away and the kids are all grown,
making the best of their lives,
seeds the wind has blown.
But I will remember for all time,
when they were all my very own.

Mothers get left behind
to live in the memory of time.
I cannot say its comfortable,
and I will not say its kind.

But somewhere, in the universe, their laughter still exists.
and my heart is living there as well--
too contented and happy to resist.

Author's Note

more and more each day, I feel this, as time goes by.....

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

This is sweet, rather melancholy remembrance. As a geezer mom (I was 40 when I gave birth to my son), I hope, but don't expect to get to those days and not be left behind. We, in my family, certainly made and continue to make every effort to make sure our elders are never left behind and forgotten. It's a very sad state of affairs in our culture -- all the forgotten people left behind in sterile "nice" not-homes for the elderly.

I haven't gotten there yet, as you can tel in my poem, "Mother's Lament.'