Child

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My heart is filled with ghosts
Of the times when you
Were little,

The games we played
Adventures made
The life we shared together.

Now you are grown
And on your way
The time for me has passed.

Laughter and footsteps
Echo
In the chambers of my heart.

It is
As it should be.
And the days go by
Till I go home at last.

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16 thoughts on “Child

  1. Love the “pet monkey” – it looks as old as my Garfield. Such a heartfelt but sombre post. It does make me reflect though on my own life from childhood to adulthood and yes….”till I go home at last” – beautiful capture of crystals with cushions and light. ☺

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  2. Beautifully written. … and made me choke at the end …
    Our children are little for such a short time. It’s horrible when they leave – for although they might come back at some point, they come back as a new version, and that it so hard on the heart. We, as mothers long to hold onto them as the child they were … but they become adults and almost leave us behind, standing where we last remembered them being ‘ours’.

    Beautiful poem Samantha. ~ love and squidges ~ Cobs. x

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