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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Yes, sometimes that which we hope for, doesn’t always turn out to be as exciting as we perhaps, thought.
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I think that is often the case, Annette, which is why it is best to live for the moment as you do.
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I love this Robbie. Totally going through this too right now xxx
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Yes, this is a poem for Mothers. I try to warn my friends of toddlers not to wish their little lives away. You wake up one day and suddenly they are teenagers.
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So true! Where does the time go?
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Now that I am retired, I make a conscious effort to keep in touch with people. I never anticipated that when I was working and longed for solitude.
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I see this with other retired people, Elizabeth, and that is why I wrote this poem. We need to make the most of our children while we still have them in our homes.
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A beautiful poem, Robbie, that captures the bittersweet demands of motherhood. I hope they grow strong wings but never venture too far from the nest.
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Thank you, Diana. You have captured the spirit of this poem perfectly.
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Great poem
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Thank you, Bella
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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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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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I think going to the loo in peace is every mom’s dream. My Boxer insists on going with me if I will let her.
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Thank you, Tandy. I put my foot down over my cats coming with me to the loo [smile].
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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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Yes, you understood perfectly, Miriam. Daughters come back to their Moms when they have their own families. Sons sometimes do, depends on the wife.
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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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It is a wonderful thing for you both, Miriam, that you have been able to rebuild your relationship so well.
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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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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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I’m sure you will find you’re doing an excellent job. 🙂
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I love having time on my own, but I hate to actually be alone. It’s good to know that I have my family around me 🙂
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Yes, I am exactly the same, Judy. I like to have people around while I do my own thing.
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We have so much in common, Robbie 🙂
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Yes, I know, and you make me laugh. I have purchased your book of poetry to read during my holiday.
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This speaks to me, Robbie. I got through my first child leaving home because I still had one with me. When he left, well, that was more challenging.
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I can imagine it is really hard, Jacqui. As Norah said though, it is also a good thing if you have raised children who are able to stand on their own two feet and earn a living for themselves.
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Nice reminder to be with one’s children while they home. I liked the huddling in the bed.
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Thank you, Frank. I have never minded the kids in the bed but Terence isn’t mad about it.
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They grow so fast… but every second counts.
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I know, Sue. I want to put bricks on their heads.
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There is a real joy, though, in your sons towering over you and asking when you shrank so much 🙂
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Wonderful Robbie. Sometimes we have to be careful what we wish for. 🙂
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Absolutely true, Debby.
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My little baby boy is two and I already feel… Where did the time go he was born like yesterday 💛💛💛
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Make the most of it. All of a sudden they are teenagers.
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Brilliant heartfelt poem Robbie. I know how you feel. My son’s have been my closest companions for the past 20 and 18 years and without them at home I will be quite alone.
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Thank you, Kim. It is a reality of motherhood but, hopefully, you will still be close after they leave home.
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Every parents dilemma. Beautifully written.💜
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Thank you, Willow
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I know exactly what you mean. I’m going to miss mine when they’re gone. Definitely not counting the days… Absolutely beautiful write!
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Thank you, Sumyanna.
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You’re welcome Robbie.
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They leave, but circle round again. (K)
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Thank you, I am glad to hear that.
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