It is now 9.4.24, but I wrote this Aug. 18, 2024. It is the first poem I have written in more than, I think, a decade. And It came into my heart because I was missing my grown child.
All women who become mothers will experience this, hope to experience this and, yet, when the time arrives – are never really ready.
I call it Heart Child.
Heart Child
This is the hardest lesson for a mother.
I carried you with me,
and I always will.
I loved you from the first,
I love you still.
No matter where you go,
No matter where you will be
I must let you go, let you fly, set you free.
But you must never forget
In any space or time,
You will always and forever be my
Heart Child.
8.18.24
For Yve
Copyright K.W. McCabe 2024 All Rights Reserved.
