When I became a mother,
I only had two,
I have been lucky to watch these babies grow, and stretch, and fill into
the young men they are becoming.
Their swelling, ripening,
shakes me off.
I am being phased out,
of the day-to-day mothering
which has been so consuming.
I feel a sadness,
So what now?
Wait for them to call?
Wait them to pop round and see their old mum?
I don’t think so.
For I was mistaken by the two.
My roots are deep; strong enough to reach wide
to find the places in the world that need mothering.
There are projects, people, plants to grow,
seeds to nurture,
buds to tend to
that are part of my wider family,
Thank you to Jon Lydon for another beautiful photo