Change (Happy Mother’s Day)

I wake to the quiet
Of an empty house
It’s been that way since they left
One by one
To follow their dreams
Making mistakes
Taking chances
And heartbreaks
Off to spread their wings
Far from home
To seek adventures
Experience new things
It wasn’t easy to let go
Their independence
Hard to give
Because mothering
Mothering is how I live
And guiding
It was an adjustment
Watching them bloom
I thought I’d lost my identity
Within the silence
But as their stories are told
Crisp with ripeness
Maturity unfolds
I see their confidence
It’s what I’ve bred
From healing wounds
To tucking them in bed
And now I can do it all again
With the patience of age
I’ll guide the grandkids
Through every stage
They’ll fill the silence
With their smiles
We’ll make new stories
Hold hands
And chase dreams
In their eyes
My kids I’ll see
It couldn’t get any better
Growing older together

About Lulu

I take pleasure in the simplest of things. But most of all I enjoy the stillness, there is so much I feel in it.
This entry was posted in Art, children, Creative writing, Family, Grandchild, Grandparent, Journal, kids, Life, Love, Mother, Parents, Personal, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Relationship, Remembering, Uncategorized, Writings, Youth and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Comments welcome

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.