A poem for Mother’s Day to a mother whose grown-up child is about to leave home:
Heave a happy sigh of pain
and pride,
Anticipating loneliness
and freedom,
Putting plans for your new
life aside,
Pausing to look back at
your lost Eden.
Yes, you'll miss your
child, now full grown,
Miss her terribly, as
though you were
On some stark, barren
inner plain alone,
The windswept stars with
cold unease astir.
How poignantly you're
ready to move on,
Each stage a garden time
commands you leave,
Released from what you
loved, your duty done.
'Tis our dearest burdens
that we grieve.
So may new songs inspire
you to dance,
Delighting in the gifts of
circumstance,
As you pull back time's
curtain to discover
Yet another garden, green
as ever.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Bittersweet.
By SYBS. Music free to use at YouTube. Illustration Credit: AI.
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