Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, December 17, 2012

And Then One Day

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
Your breasts hang
like an afterthought
like twin ragdolls
Your skin
Wears the history of your work
Love notes written in scars
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.


Timoteo said...

Just beautiful. (by the way--breasts are never an afterthought to me!)

Kerry O'Connor said...

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.

Grace said...

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 ~

Kay L. Davies said...

Ah, the last two lines more than make up for the bodily changes. Very nice, Miss Mouse.

Brian Miller said...

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...

Susie Clevenger said...

"Didn't you use to have wings?" I feel that way at times..beautiful poem

Helen said...

I love this ... like you got inside my head, created lovely poetry with my innermost feelings.

Margaret said...

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.