Tansy Roekaerts Poet Rhyme

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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.

I doubt, I fear, I do not believe
And thoroughly distrust
The bond of motherhood so strong
Find strength for them, I must.

What cannot be broken, has changed forever
A ghostly reminder it did not last
Our fortress of love soon to crumble
We are but memories , fading fast. 

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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Laura Leiser September 4, 2020 at 6:34 AM What an insightful and well written poem, Tandy! I can truly relate to what you are saying as an empty nester now. Motherhood and parenting is truly an act of sacrificial love and letting go can be hard. Enjoyed this very much! :) Tansy Roekaerts September 10, 2020 at 10:09 AM Thank you so much I wrote another on the same theme you might like. All in a day

John Watt August 31, 2020 at 8:07 PM Tansy, this is a poignant write of that point in a mother's life when her "little people" no longer need her as they once did. It completely challenges her sense of identity and significance. I'm sure there are many mothers who can relate to this. I liked the lines "Our fortress of love soon to crumble / We are but memories , fading fast." Enjoy your day ~ John