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| Artist: Isabelle Rolles |
And then one day
You find yourself
on a nest of twigs
No eggs to keep warm
No babies to feed
No little ones to guide
How long have you been here?
A day? A year? A lifetime?
You realize
that your body has become
Molded to this form
Round
Pillowy
Soft
Your breasts hang
like an afterthought
like twin ragdolls
Your skin
Wears the history of your work
Love notes written in scars
Wrinkles
Blue veins
You stare at your empty hands
Didn’t you used to have wings?
What are you now?
And then one day
You find yourself.
8 comments:
Just beautiful. (by the way--breasts are never an afterthought to me!)
How beautifully expressed - the sudden realization that your life's task is done, and your body bears the marks though arms are now empty. It is a momentous watershed of a mother's lifetime.
I love it specially the part of wings and remembering oneself ~
I would love to believe that we can reinvent ourselves and be productive in other areas as well ~
Ah, the last two lines more than make up for the bodily changes. Very nice, Miss Mouse.
K
nice....a hard time for sure...the kids gone, feeling physically beyond the point...but i know several that have found themselves in that moment in a very good way...its different thoguh...
"Didn't you use to have wings?" I feel that way at times..beautiful poem
I love this ... like you got inside my head, created lovely poetry with my innermost feelings.
I'm in awe of this poem. I can't help but think HOW important it is for our children to see us transition successfully at this stage of our life! What a powerful force women of a "certain age" can be...
I also find it frightful as I don't want that day to come... I just want my nest full. But that is as it should be, too.
Sigh, thank you for this poem.
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