Mary Montgomery Poet I do not know?

Children

Tick-tock  I hear the clock.
It beckons me closer so , I can show it my sorrow.
Time does not wait for me.
Instead  It mocks me with memories of how fast the years have went.
Wishing for a glimpse of  our past.
My babies became teenagers.
I long to snuggle up with them in my bed as we read a story .
Now they won’t even eat supper with me.
Knowing that soon they will leave our home to grown up.
They mock me   with each picture I  say I need to take.
How they hurt me, when they roll their eyes each time  I am excited for a play or a game.
Mom, you overreact they say when I cry watching them make a touchdown or sing a solo.
How I want to shout that’s my kid.
Don’t they understand the gift God has giving me each day.
My children have became my life , my existence, and I feel that their new beginning is my 
end.
Oh, how they stomp and yell when I tell them no.
I keep a straight face each time knowing it’s for their own good.
Don’t they understand soon they will be here where I am today.
I want to keep them children , so the years won’t race.
Instead I grow gray and laugh to cherish each moment.
I embrace the unknowing future, wishing them the best.
Maybe one day they will realize how much I loved them.
As I fall apart, slowly letting them go.

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William Kershaw June 25, 2009 at 5:18 PM Mary, The years pass quickly by and before we know it, life is nearly over. But these sunset years pass a little slower. Thank the Lord. You captured the feeling perfectly. Very Good Write. God Bless, Will

L'Nass Shango June 4, 2009 at 9:01 PM Your writing reminds me of the Swedish philosopher Kierkergard ... I call him the poet of eternal sadness ... but his writing is so beautiful ... like every drop of your word.