Tuesday, June 30, 2020

THE ROLES HAVE CHANGED




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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