Saturday, February 23, 2019

42

 


42, it rings in my ears at each age
Growing closer at each step
At age 11 it was a distant number 
but now, sitting at 41, the horror sets in.
 
An age that was once so far away 
now sits on my doorstep
Will the same fate befall me? 
Will my kids lose everything, all in one day? 


One long dreadful day
It felt like the sun would never rise
and my heart would never mend.

The hole in my heart and 
The despair that I would never 
See you again.

All the things you missed.
All the times I needed you.
All the times I tell my kids.

Who you are, so they know,
And love you as much as I do,
But they will never truly know!


Oh, this horrid age,
The despair comes back and fears.
Will my kids live without me,
As I lived without you.
 

A mother’s worse fear and a daughter's reality. 

 

 

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