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Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me.
-Sigmund Freud
I Cried Today
I cried today, but not for very long
I cried because of a “pang” for my babies
It’s over now and I am alone without my children
Is this a prelude of how some ol folk feel?
I don’t know, I thing I’m different from the rest
I really loved my babies
I think I did half good half bad in raising them
But no fair! I was too young to appreciate
I cry other times too
Or sometimes just almost
The “job” is so bittersweet
And short, way too short-it zips by
It zips by and it’s gone eve though the taste
Lingers for so many years
My daughter-with her husband and three boys
Sometimes I catch my breath
“Where is my Ellie?”
And then I remember-she’s off-she’s a million seconds ago
My three babies
Co is gone too
A man with muscles tending his pretty wife and my grand daughter
He used to be my little protector-now he’s theirs
Zack is here, but he’s not
Soon he will fly
He is a man with side burns en all
Busy about his life
My sweet red headed baby
Just a freckled dream
I’ll cry again no doubt
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