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by Tansy S Roekaerts

Little people, funny creatures
Once so fragile now so strong
Little people, who are you now?
To me no more do you belong.

I wait so fearful, apprehensive
Who am I to be?
Was once their world, their eager faces
Eternally turned to me.

We built great dens that could rival
The monuments of our time
Glorious certainly is the cictine chapel
But in our endeavours we sensed the sublime.

Our fearsome bond unbreakable
Bound round my neck, will it hurt?
Our fortress of love soon to crumble
Buries time not meant for me in the dirt.

So here I stand an empty vessel
Who am I to be?
Those little people, funny creatures
What do they want from me?

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I wrote this poem, my first ever when due ti illness my exhuband took my kids abroad. I wriye this hours befre seeing them after a long time.I'm only sharing it now because I found out who to be and realised what they wanted was for me to be their mother

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When stripped of your role as mother

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by Tansy S Roekaerts

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