I remember believing with everything I had, that I could never love anyone more than her –
And then I had him.
And what breaks my heart and fills it at the same time, is that he’ll find the love of his life and less I’ll be.
I’ll slip in importance until perhaps I’m not a part of his totem anymore.
There will be friends made and important things to do,
Children and moves and jobs and places to be
And there will be me
Loving him – the same way I do today.
And missing him – in a way I don’t know how
Posted on January 28, 2013, in Creative Writing, Motherhood and tagged becoming less, growing up, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
I pray that you are near your dear Boy when he becomes a Father. There REALLY is no way to describe the LOVE for a Grand-child. Imagine (It’s impossible) the Love you have for him, and all the Love you have for your Mother, now inject it with carbonation, shake vigorously..KA-BAAAMMM!! BIGG LOVEE!! Nothing nothing compares.!! AND, they.adore.you. ADORE!!…Hope you is o.k!!
Aw! ^_^ Love that description. I pray it also. I’m fine – I’m getting all my feelings out about this change in dynamics. It’s just bonkers. I love him SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much.
thank you. ❤