#Write Photo Alone – A poem

This poem was written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. You can join in the fun here: https://scvincent.com/2017/08/10/thursday-photo-prompt-alone-writephoto/

Sometimes I long to be alone,

to think about the vastness of the sky.

Reflecting on important things in life,

like what happens when you die.

***

There was a time when being alone,

was something I had grown to fear.

A couple of telephone calls and then,

Company would quickly appear.

***

Then my boys made an appearance,

and life was suddenly busy.

I ran around so very much,

it made me feel quite dizzy.

***

Although they filled me with delight,

they occupied every cranny and nook.

Every single thing they did each day,

a reason for me to stop and look.

***

Going to the bathroom soon became,

a very un-solitary matter,

If I managed to steal away to go,

soon on the door they’d batter.

***

At night the children visited our room,

in need of a soothing cuddle.

They’d seem to always end up staying,

and we all wake up in a huddle.

***

I never had a moment free,

To read or take a breather.

The only time I got any peace,

was when they were ill with a fever.

***

At these scary times, it didn’t help me,

to see them lying quite pale and ill,

Being alone did not set me free,

but was an unwanted and bitter pill.

***

Time is passing by so quickly,

as they venture further from home.

Making new friends and experiencing life,

as around and about they do roam.

***

Their leaving home draws ever nearer,

when I’ll awaken to silence each day.

but strangely enough I don’t want this,

and will seize every opportunity for delay.

***

I fear the delight of being alone,

may then loose its lustre.

I will have to prevent loneliness,

with all the will I can muster.

***

Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series and Robbie Cheadle is the author of Silly Willy goes to Cape Town

 

 

 

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48 thoughts on “#Write Photo Alone – A poem

  1. Your poem beautifully captures the sweet travails of life when we want to give all our love and time to our dearest children but are entangled in myriad other responsibilities, career making too appears to be as important as attending to family responsibilities. We yearn for solitude and when we do earn it, we yearn for the time, which just flew away!
    Please don’t confuse loneliness with solitude, which can be savored by spending splendid time in the lap of nature, analyzing your own self, starting a journey towards self-healing and spirituality. 🙂

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    1. You are absolutely right, Balroop. I think I am reaching a phase in my life where career and making money are becoming less important than family time and spending my precious time doing things I love doing. I agree that there is a difference between solitude and taking time for reflection and finding inner peace and loneliness.

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  2. I totally understand you, Robbie. I was so busy when my daughter was growing up. We had some good time together. I didn’t know why time flew by so fast, when I took her to Junior high, she wanted me to drop her off half a block away, so she could walk to school by herself. She wanted to look independent. When I taught parenting classes, I asked the parents if their kids were still holding their hands. If they said yes, I said holding them tight before they don’t you to hold their hands anymore!

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      1. Yes are right again. I went back to my mom after I became a mom. As for Mercy, she was controlled by her dad until she turned 18, then she came back to me and started to rebuild our relationship. We missed each other for 5 years! So now any time together is precious!

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  3. You’ve captured those stages of parenthood, and the fears well, Robbie. I so remember the inability to go to the bathroom alone. Wouldn’t wish a return to those days! The fear of the children maturing and leaving home is real. But when the time comes, it is satisfying to know that you have achieved what a parent is meant to – raise a mature and responsible adult.

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    1. I am glad you appreciated this poem so well, Norah. That is really lovely for me. I am also glad to hear you say that it is fulfilling to have achieved the parental goal of raising an adult that can function in this world and go on to achieve their own goals. I have always hoped that will be the case.

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