Well, my two kids grew up, and I’m not sure why they did that to me. I still love them. Anyhow, here’s a little poem I wrote for Mother’s Day.
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Two Thousand Miles
There was a child who used to cling to me
as if he were made of suction cups
Now he lives two thousand miles away
I inched away with stealth from the bed where
he slept to have a moment in my own skin
Now he lives two thousand miles away
I drove through the city in the dark more
than once to bring him home earlier than planned
Somehow now he’s two thousand miles away
I turned my head, and he inched with stealth
then leapt so far so fast to find his own skin
and landed two thousand miles away
I want him to be where I see him on my phone
the mountains, the beach, a life of his own
I pretend it’s not that far—two thousand miles away
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Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms and mom figures, whether you are in the thick of child raising, empty nesting it or something else.
Nomadic Noesis 