Family Poetry posted September 6, 2024


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When stripped of your role as mother

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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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