Excellent When stripped of your role as mother Untitiled 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? Author Notes 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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