Seeing my children
Grow up and leave home
Is like
Watching my heart walk out the door
Living lives I'm not a part of
Raising children of their own.
Living with my husband
For forty years
Is like
Watching my identity dressed in men's clothes
Relaxed in sweats
Stiffened in starched shirts.
My grandchildren
Crawling into my affections
Is like
Watching my joy wrapped in softness
Cuddling sunshine
Hugging innocence.
When my parents passed away
I realized my own days are numbered.
Our times together much too short,
These people, my family, have carved a place
Way deep inside
And become a part of me.
Peggy this is beautiful.
ReplyDeletePeggy, I can so, so relate! You have captured in words so many emotions.
ReplyDeleteI especially relate to 'watching my heart walk out the door'. It is grueling at times......
Thank you so much.