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Empty - Prose

by JennyT (writer), Melbourne Australia, September 08, 2013

in solitude her footsteps slow; in robe of pink through empty rooms, she wanders

In solitude her footsteps slow; in robe of pink
through empty rooms, she wanders
no laughter or voice that echo in her days and nights

life strange and silent, meals for one
with simply why, as she reaches for the
cupboard door as she did the day before

views once shared by two hands held
her arms now crossed she sees the morning rise
the quiet moon, with only her eyes

no one to share

do her children know the loneliness
she faces in the minutes, hours, the days ahead
with wrinkled trembling hand she reaches

for the phone upon the wall

and stops ~ with a piercing felt within
they have their lives to live

clutching his jumper to her breast
breathes the smell of him; slowly with care
folding delicately, it's placed upon the shelf

with memories

a life now lived without him by her side
what is life to be now ~ what does she do
a broken heart that family cannot heal

words and hugs are not enough

thoughts of where she was born flood back
piercing her heart ~ there is
no home to return to, there or here

so many years where he knew what needed to be done
paved the way with his decisions, she is lost
she knows not how to cope

he will come back; she knows he will
she sleeps with fingertips that
trace his pillow where he lay his head

and dreams of his protection

and as her silent teardrops fall, she sits next
to the empty chair and talks as if he were still
there ~ her hand reaching in the air, in hope

that he will return

About the Writer

I am the Author of The Empty Nest- A Mother's Hidden Grief. (EPub) This is available through Lulu and Amazon. The memoir is the story of my life as a mother, with an emphasis on the unspoken grief, which accompanies the process of letting go of one’s children as they grow up. As much as a mother loves her children, she must endure, at many stages of their growth, the pain of losing them. The inevitable “cutting of the ties” culminates when the day arrives for her children to leave home. For many women, this time coincides with profound personal changes of menopause and fiftieth birthdays. My own recent experience of this process prompted me to revisit my life as a mother, and to delve into the journals which I had kept since I was pregnant with my two daughters, some twenty years ago. The journals reveal the learning curves of motherhood and I was able to use this material to form both the chronological backbone of the memoir, and to expose the “heart” of the story in the touching and personal moments that I had recorded. Here are the links if you are interested.
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By riginal on September 08, 2013 at 04:37 am

You've captured THE poignant slant on loneliness Jenny.An all too familiar one perhaps. Wondering if loneliness could be classified as a disease, the damage it can do mentally leading in turn to physical ailments sometimes suggests so...? Engaging post.

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By JennyT on September 08, 2013 at 05:03 am

Thanks Rig, yes I feel you are right. I was thinking of how my mother will be when dad leaves our earthly coil. Loneliness- can lead to mental and physical illness. Appreciate you reading-thank you :-)

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