December
In the spring, April, you arrived
such delicacy as eyes have never before seen.
Cherub cheeks, pert nose, and eyes that melt souls immortal
But time flies....
Never again will I hear in that angelic small tone the word "Mommy".
Never again will your entire hand fit in the encircled palm of my own hand
as we walk through the park, shopping mall, or even just across the street.
Never again will you look up to me
as though I am the "biggest" and "most important" person you know,
because now you have met "bigger" and "more important" people, and
I am just...mom.
I look at you with half closed eyes,
trying to see the face of the seven year old who adored me..
delicate, cherub cheeked, pert nosed, and those melting eyes.
But tears blur my vision,
and I cannot even see the adult you have become.
I brushed my hair today,
and in the red embers in my hands
I saw the first snow white traces of December.
Soon all I will have is gray hair, grandchildren, and...
an aching womb.
The knowledge that this is life,
its cycle,
does not soothe me,
and December is upon me.
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Thanks for sharing
And to top things off, my oldest G-kid will be 16 in June
