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I'm Still Here

Updated on April 12, 2017


For my sons:

Once, the summer breeze warmed us, and words we used were molded from the feelings you trusted, and we would snuggle up, close

Now, huge rocks rise between us, and we get cut and bleed, there's no way through

Memories of small boy/s, big eyes, open hearts. Words like arms, wrapped in tenderness and care. Easy flowing with no icebergs. But winter was on its way...

Now, this land is barren; ice-covered, cracked and broken; huge chasms have formed

You’re over there, I am here. I am here. Still here. Calling out from a place once so warm; screaming through chasms and rocks, echoes...lost

I miss our summer garden. Wild young buds and open flowers! Weeds manageable (and I love to garden). Time. Takes its toll on caretakers and weeds so high, no sky, could only feel my way, fumbling, bumping into things (tender buds, you who I nurtured; I bruised) and now

Wilderness. Desert. Rocks. Where's the stream? Where are you? Where's the bridge back?

Can you feel me (where the rocks and the chasms and the deserts and the wildernesses don't exist)? ...Can't you feel me?

I am here, I am here, I am still here. (Echo, echo, echo....)

Do you feel you spend enough time with your adult children?

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      Helen 11 months ago from Florida

      Thanks for your kind comments, AliciaC

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      Linda Crampton 11 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

      This is a powerful poem. I'm sorry about the situation that you're facing.

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      Elisa Deviani Koswara 11 months ago

      thank you for beautiful poems Helen... i felt far away from him too

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      Helen 11 months ago from Florida

      Thanks for your comments and kind words Gwenneth Leane, its even worse wheen they blame you for their failures!

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      Gwenneth Leane 11 months ago from Glen Osmond, Adelaide, South Australia Australia

      You have expressed honestly and deeply how mothers feel when their children have grown and fled the nest.

      Once a mother always a mother. Its the letting go that is hard and is a grief. Lovely feeling, thought and presented.

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      Helen 11 months ago from Florida

      Thanks Susan; in a lot of pain right now due to some undeserved serious rejection. The loneliest path in the world is the one parent family ...heart broken these last few years. Thanks for your kind comment!

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      Susan Zutautas 11 months ago from Ontario, Canada

      It's a shame we can't go back to when they were once little boys. Beautiful poem!