A Mother's Morning
She sighs as she puts up the dishes.
She sighs as she straightens her bed.
No noise greets her ears and she wishes
She had heeded advice others said.
The house is so still and so quiet,
No fingerprints mar wall or door.
But she longs for the days when she polished
And cleaned up and vacumned and more.
When clutter was living and spreading
Each day was a struggle to keep,
Ahead of the boys and their tracking
The rugs that she knew she must sweep.
But she'd trade all the peace and the quiet
For one day playing ball with her sons,
Knowing now that the time would be treasured
As one of her most precious ones.
Looking around she remembers
How quickly the years slipped away,
And smiling, she dials seven numbers
Then into the phone she does say...
"Hey, Sugar, I was just thinkin' about cha'"
Jessica,
I cry to think how fast mine are growing up. my baby just turned 3 last month and my oldest 25 a couple of months ago and i have 3 more in between them.
They have been my life for so long. It scares me to think of ever being without them...
This is such a beautiful poem, makes me want to cry cause i know my day is comming, and not far off.
Thank you for sharing this
Judy
Oh, this is so moving . . . it just swarms around in my heart and brings to mind so many moments I have had just like this. I love this!! Soft, beautiful, precious. Pat
Lady you sure know without a doubt how to touch this mom's heart.I have cold chills after reading this one.My youngest child is 25 and the oldest 41.They have all been out of the house for years,then the grandbabies came along and of course I kept everyone of them,except 2 while their parents worked.Then last year the baby started school and now my house feels so empty sometimes.Of course they all live near,so I still have them,just not all the time.A wonderful touching write.
Lovely poem from a mother's point of view. Well written and feelings beautifully expressed. I admire you for your courage to allow those you love to grown and admitting the loss not with sadness but fond memories. Arnesto
I'm sitting here wiping the tears off my cheeks after reading this. You have sons while I have daughters, but they are still gone and much missed. Very heart-touching.
Warmest regards,
Leah
Great poem. Captures the empty nest beautifully. There is a silverlining. When the grands come along...you get to play with them and when they start to be bad or drive you crazy or your stamina runs out, as it does at our ages...you get to give them back. We get to play and spoil them, then give them back when they start to get cranky...hee-hee.
Hugs and Peace.
HK
How nicely done. How often I look at my eight year old daughter and wonder where my baby went. Then I think, another 10 years and this young girl will also be gone. Time flies so quickly when measured by the years of our children. I wish I had four more just like her!
kat
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Jess, Very well written, as Melonie once said, "Ya don't know whatcha got til it's gone" Thank God, Bell and Marconi for phones.Later,Joyce/Spanky
Jessica, You have put so well into words how quickly the family grows and moves on and the loneliness that sometimes results. The longing for earlier days and more time with family ends happily in this poem with the phone call! Nicely written sentiments, Jessica! Helen