I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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19 May 2014

Empty Nest

Now that I have the solitude I craved,
and can please myself what I do when,
I find myself missing the hullabaloo
of unpredictable family life

the romping and squabbling and chatter
of two little boys, the necessity
of sports fixtures, lessons, meals, holidays;
all the warmth, the stress, the pleasure, the strife,

the many distractions, the constant clatter ...
now that I'm free to read, write poems, be who
I always thought I wanted to be —
that she quite other than mother/housewife —

I drift amongst all the things I might do
and wonder how much, after all, they matter.

A bref double for the current Poetic Asides form challenge

1 comment:

  1. Be careful what you wish for, they say. A fine portrait of the transition.