Being a Mom

Long ago on some days, yet not so long on others, I do so recall those days when I was yet a mother. Days of being careless and having fun, Not having to be responsible for anyone. Then one day, a mother is what I became, Where nothing again was ever quite the same. The day of birth, we had our official introductions, Yet, none of you came with a list of instructions! With each new additional child Came more issues to be reconciled. There was no easy and set rules Nor was I given the necessary tools. I was not as prepared as I thought, And most days, I admit, I was overwrought. That did not mean I did not love you five, For you each made me feel more alive. I admit, as a mom, I may have messed up, Yet, I always was able to find a fix-up. With you all, I was profound and spellbound, For no greater love could ever be found. Now that you all are mostly grown, And my nest you have certainly flown. Ever reminded that I am no longer needed, Also, it seems, at every turn, I am impeded. Though, some, find my advice and affection offending, My heart burst with love for you all that is never-ending. I knew you all would grow up and move out someday, Yet the feelings are so much more than just dismay. I am alone, awaiting messages or calls, Yet, nothing is heard inside these four walls. When my husband leaves for work each day, I am usually left with nothing but disarray. Please always know I love and miss you all, I also miss all the chaos and even the brawls, That comes with having children around Yet, silence is all that can now be found. Just as I was not prepared on the day you were born, No one told me I would be left feeling so forlorn. Reminded daily that I no longer matter My feelings and heart were all about to shatter. One day, easier these feelings will become, Until then, this despair I try not to succumb. Always know that no matter your qualm, I always have been and will be your mom. © Kristy De La Keur Scoville