Lost CHILDREN

Melanie 

There it is again, that feeling, what is this?

Is it wanting, it is wishing, no, it is a deep down bottomless longing 

I don’t care if it has to be like before

Your anger as you slam the door

Your yelling as you leave telling me , “no more”

You were a seed in me since my birth

As a child I wished for you to come on this earth

Once born , our relationship mangled and torn

But we loved, shadow that it seemed

Only God knew what he sprinkled into the seams

Held together by a thread, our DNA, our dreams.

As I breathe into this longing 

I surrender to what is and close my eyes,

Another day of tomorrow, I sleep 

Here, no sorrow 

I will dance with the divine in you 

And I’ll remember the beauty from which you grew

So young, your soul., flew, 

Quickly, 

There it is again, that feeling,

(To all of you whose children are slamming doors, yelling, lying, spinning out of control, hold them, they are here, and for this day that is enough)

“Let the spirit of your cherished children have you “