Dear Mamas,
The days are long, sometimes so long, but the years are short. Imagine yourself now, twenty years down the road, when you finally get that peace you so crave. Where are you? Where are they?
There is silence
In the peace of the late morning,
I sip my coffee.
No rush, no one’s needs to attend,
free flowing through my day,
reading at leisure,
Sleeping through the night.
There is silence here,
In this perfectly clean house.
The smudges of tiny prints, long since gone.
The Piercing sounds which once chorused through every room,
but a faraway echo, a now cherished annoyance
The garden overflows,
Abundant in cultivated care.
Where once little fingers dug up roots,
Now it seems so bare.
The pond serene, wrapped in moonlight
Sets my heart aglow,
As I ponder the memory of noisy summer days,
A happy shadow of salamanders caught,
Of sticky marshmallows around the fire.
If I had but known what I knew I would miss,
the present I think, would be wrapped in a kiss.
Or a hug or a snuggle, a favorite book or two.
More running and dancing, and games enjoyed.
Less tired, more now, less head and more heart.
With Joy, love and laughter, my coffers I’d fill.
So when at last, there is silence,
No noise will I fear
