There’s no place for love at this time in my life.
I envy those who achieve the balance of need.
Opportunities ignored in the interest of safe-ness,
flying toward my ability’s determined focus.
Children gone in their own living-dreams direction,
their lessons learnt and heeded. My job’s complete.
Is this my way of avoiding the ‘empty nest’ syndrome;
gathering materials for comfort as I settle to old age?
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
(1st Pub. “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey”, Ireland 2003)
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Very interesting poem, Frances. Seems very black and white re love and the mother/child bond.
Thanks – written before my man came back into my life, when I was studying at Uni in 1999 and working full-time to pay for it.
That certainly lends significant context! Thanks.
I was of course, talking about romantic love…I certainly wasn’t going to trust anyone with my heart again! Naturally I loved my children but at that time they didn’t seem to need me, both had left home and I had an empty house to rattle around in. It seemed my reason for existing had gone so I took myself off to Uni and decided to focus on making myself happy.