Poetry/Remembering The Days I carried Life

I remember all of you, all five of you inside of me fighting to be free.

Did you hear my voice?

Did you feel my love?

Once, My eggs were riped and I worried about having more mouths than I could afford to feed.

Now, I worry about the empty nest soon to come when the youngest leaves home, and I don't know if I will be able to stand the quietness.

My entire life has been filled with voices.

First, The voices of my siblings, screaming for space in the bed.

Second, My own family, screaming for my attention.

Once, I yelled, "I give up the name Mom" , after hearing it a thousand times.

What I wouldn't give to hear it a millions time now, that only the youngest is left, and he calls me "Mother".

The youngest is always the most independent in the end, they have to fight to be free.

Because they know, Mothers hold on for dear life till the last one leaves home.

It is too quiet in this house and he hasn't even left home, he always has somewhere to go, something to do.

However, My spirit already anticipates the longing for his voice, "Mother".

And I remember when I carried Life inside of me when my eggs were riped before

Menopause spoiled them all.

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NikeshaNicole 5 years ago

Its sounds like you are a successful mom. All are off and on their way. I'm surprised you aren't bombarded with grandchildren like mines.Some of us have had to come back for some time under moms wing. She is still screaming and holding on to us with her life and heart. Mothers are like an institue all their own, operating for us who they bare. Dear is the creator of her. You're always a mom even when they arent there.Trust me you go everywhere with them, your voice, your smile, your advice and warnings.In the end I wanted my mom to have time for herself, to get back to the things she may have had to put away for years while providing for us. She likes to decorate things and she likes gardens. I can imagine she would be stuffing bags full for us of her home grown goods and giving us the facts about their nutrician. lol. Mommies, moms, mothers...thats you too. If you have things you never had time to do that were good to you, do them. Some of us worry or feel bad you gave everything away to us.


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Blakesr 5 years ago from Orland, Florida

Its different being a father than it is being a mother and your poetic expression has confirmed that. I use to wonder what it's like having a child with birth deffects. Now I know for my 4 year old was born with spine abifeda. Nevertheless, God still gets the glory


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Honorablewoman 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Thank you both for your encouraging words.

Blakesr nothing is too hard for God,hold on and have faith,the Lord is saying to not accept what is, but believe what can be, this is my prayer for your precious little one. In the name of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, It is so, and you will see improvement.

Love you with the Love of Jesus!I Believe In Miracles!


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Hyphenbird 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

Once life has lived in a woman, she always remembers that quickening. It is amazing. I miss that feeling and wish for menopause. I had a total removal at age 27. I have felt I understand the word barren ever since. sigh


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Honorablewoman 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Hyphenbird, The greatest thing about the way The Lord made us is that we can Love even if we weren't a part of the creation. So, Fill that barreness with Love, when ever you get a chance. I am coming to terms with the Cycle of Life and as women if we live long enough it will come sooner or later. May God continue to heal your heart. Love you with the Love of Jesus.


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Blakesr 5 years ago from Orland, Florida

Thanks for the prayers. I have learned a long time ago to let go and let God.


Sueswan 5 years ago

I am not a mother. My hats off to you for raising five children.


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Honorablewoman 5 years ago from Georgia Author

Blakesr, You speak my language God Bless!

Sueswan, Thanks for reading.

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