This is a poem I wrote in October 2017 for Sue Vincent‘s write photo challenge. Thank you to Willow for the idea of re-sharing posts written for Sue’s delightful prompts. You can read Willow’s post here: https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2020/11/05/sue-vincents-thursday-photo-prompt-renewal-2/
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.
By Robbie Cheadle