A Mother's Fears
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In your womb he grows and kicks
But once in a while
Silently a cloud of fear passes
What if?
So small and extinguishable
But he is born healthy and strong
Daily you delight in his growth
Realizing this human vehicle is sound
Yearly as his little jeans grow short
You are reassured of his infallibility
Then tonight gray and chalky
Tummy not able to hold anything
You are reminded how tenuous life is
The place he once lived in your belly aches
As all mothers ache when their children are ill
Silently fear passes like a cloud before the moon
But tomorrow my son, when the sun shines on you
You will run and eat questionable things and say
Aw Mom I’m fine
And butterflies will replace the ache
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There comes a time when we switch roles.... sadly.
This absolutely made me teary. The whole kid process is a roller coaster of aches I think. One phase leads to a whole new series of butterflies and worry. Everytime my daughter walks out the door my stomach starts twisting and turning...when she cries, my heart breaks. It's god awful. All of it! But when she smiles and says "I love you," all of it seems worth it.
Fabulous poem Patty. Thank you.
Hi Pam! I don't usually live in the fear, so when it grabs me I am overwhelmed. Like when my little guy steps in the road or has some kind of near miss my life, not his, flashes in front of me. Ughhhh. But to live without: "You are my best Mom (albiet only Mom) in the whole wide world," wouldn't truly be living.
wow! that was great.
Thanks Dori!
Touching, Patricia. I can sort of relate (in reverse), but you have such a deep understanding of the beauty of mood swings and the trauma of the everyday.
A child was almost abducted getting off the school bus in our area. The cloud of fear past in front of my moon again.
Keep writing, I find I am not getting enough.
Ha ha!
But I am so glad that my son is grown up and able to take care of himself. Is it a wicked world that we live in, or has it always been wicked and we just didn't have instant access to tragedy as we do now with the media always by our sides showing us disasters?
Tom Rubenoff 14 months ago
Later the son, a man, and the daughter, a woman, assist with astounding competence the once strong, steady hands, and parents smile at these tall, beautiful ones who seemed once so fragile and small.
Thanks for a lovely poem, Patty.