Children, I say, children?
Young adults really..
Now that is silly
To not even see
The fine young adults
They have come to be!
They grew up and away
Without me.
They grew up and awayDespite me.
Even now, I hurt them daily,
Like a ritual unplanned
I plead for them to forgive
And to perhaps even understand...True, they were so little
When I became a divorced mother.
True, we found comfort
In clinging to one another.
I sense my time is over now
And their need for me, not there.
What does a mother do
With all this extra care?
I consider that just maybe
They grew up fine because of meAnd finding their new place is
How it is meant to be.
New phases, change--that's life...
Moving onto that next stage.
My children are my babies--
I say, at ANY age!
But letting go oh letting go,
And finding my new place...
How odd to feel a smile
On my tired, sullen face--
As letting go, I realize, is
Just a new embrace!
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