The children gathered,
now are gone,
And I sit thinking,
pondering on,
The way that life has
changed my role,
And I’m my mother...heart
and soul.
I find myself, now,
walking slow,
Where once I ran not long
ago,
My thickened body looks’
like her...
And I frown upon this
picture.
Each daughter looking
close at me,
I wonder what, it is,
they see…
Do they stare with
heightened fear,
To see their mother in
the mirror?
Sons each run from what
they see
And, both, deny their
destiny,
Will their father be
their fate,
With aches and pains and
fast heart rate?
I look at mom, with hair
of white,
And think of how she let
it go,
Each month to color took
its toll
And so she, now, gives up
the fight.
No way will I give in to
age,
But if it were, I’d turn
the page,
Would I see myself as
her,
When seeking youth has
become a bother.
I view each daughter and
I see,
A picture of what once was me,
But now it is that I’m
another…
No longer me but now my
mother.
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