Your chair, empty.
Your place setting, untouched.
"Is she coming?"
I shrug my shoulders,
bend my arms at the elbows
and raise my hands, palms up.
You call.
Not tonight.
Life has other plans.
No apology necessary.
There will be other
meals,
evenings,
visits.
No invitation needed.
There will be time.
I will be here.
Do what you need to do.
Know that I love you, always.
by Sharon
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The holidays- fraught with choices! Nice poem Sharon- lovely thoughts.
The oldest of our four called yesterday to say she's not coming for Thanksgiving after all. Her dad was disappointed. We choose to do those things that are important to us. And hope there's always one more chance; one more time. Living hundreds of miles apart from family is both a blessing and a curse.
thank you...
for understanding,
for setting the place and clearing it away - untouched,
for checking in when a few days have passed,
for not judging when I've fallen asleep - yet again,
for teaching me unconditional,
and for always being my mom.
I love you. Always.
What a beautiful poem -- it speaks to every mother in the empty nest, on a lot of different levels. But Sharon, I wish you'd signed your name to it!
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