Everyone says
I am
lucky,
and most of the time
I agree.
They are
successful,
happy,
healthy -
all that a mama
could want.
But when I least expect it
I feel the knife in my gut
Doubled over
I search for
the happiness
I know I should feel
as I watch
my babies
all
grow
up.
It's the see-saw response to life's doubts, and we all have them, from the time our children are starting out, to those all grown up, married, with their own children. Best wishes for the teeter to go up the other way.
ReplyDeleteMy boys are still young and I feel the same. I joke with my friends that I need to stop blinking because the time is flying by too quickly. I complain about their little nuances, but know that I'll miss them in the future. Best of luck to you!
ReplyDeleteThis was a poignant slice. Being a parent can bring up so many contradictory feelings.
ReplyDeletePowerful my friend. Your poem captures that feeling--the one that hits all mothers from time to time.
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's time for us mamas to get together and talk about our respective offspring and their unnerving habit of growing up?