Wednesday, September 4, 2013

When a Child Leaves Home...





Sometimes I think the house will be too empty when you leave
And the rooms too bare
And I’ll miss the way you leave your things
Lying everywhere
And sometimes I think your house will feel unfinished
Without us
And maybe you’ll miss the way I used to scold
And tidy and fuss
I’ll miss that fourth I love you, and that fourth
And I know, even in the excitement you know
You’ll miss it too
But then I remember how new love fills up
Those old and bygone spaces
And how the new in time becomes the dear and
Old familiar places
And I would never withhold from you
The joy of this new life breaking
And I thank God and pray His blessing on
New memories in the making…

Love, Mom~
© Janet Martin

8 comments:

  1. You capture it so well Janet. I hope I'll have some of your wisdom and courage when my daughter leaves home for her true love.

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  2. Thank-you. You will:) Seeing her so excited and happy reminds me of how it felt way back when. Yes, arms and hearts ache but I can't complain. Her house is only 7 min. from ours at this point...baby steps away; (for her too;) I truly am excited and happy for them too!

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  3. This is my dream, that my kids will live nearby. In the same state, at least.. But of course you can never predict these things..you can only hope and dream :-) Happy for you.

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  4. I try to remind myself to not try to see the future. Her fiancee is from Nova Scotia (approx. two-thousand miles from our house) and there's a saying 'once an easterner, always an easterner' which keeps nagging at me. They like teasing me and saying they will live here...pause...for now. So, I promise to be happy, for now. Because there is another mother in Nova Scotia with a son far away and I can't help but pray for her because I know she misses him.

    Your previous comment got me to thinking...(another poem;)Thank-you for your words, always so encouraging and understanding. Hope your day is filled with beautiful moments!

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  5. another mother - far away in Nova Scotia. (great comment)

    ... and beautiful poem - my heartstrings were tugged.

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  6. From one mom to another...

    Just lovely.

    =)

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