This has certainly been a time of an increased show of sentiment for Mothers! Family is such a powerful little group of people. Our happiness is so very tied up in the welfare of each member, and when we take the time to reflect on what we mean to each other, it is usually an emotional experience. I’m glad we take the time to do that. Being a mother is truly a supremely difficult job. My heart goes out to those who struggle with balancing family and job, and everything else that goes with life. I felt that conflict when my children were very young, and I struggled to become a song-writer.
The fleeting song was being passed from anxious heart to pen,
But the solitude was broken when chubby hands pressed in.
My thoughts were lost by curious whys.
Muffled chords were all I heard.
My toddler needed drinks and demanded an approving word.
And, in the end, I’m sad to say, the song was gone–
Unwritten and forgotten.
I felt a loss, as of a parting friend who gives no promise of return.
Perhaps the time just isn’t now for serene creative days.
No time to shape the feelings into prose or song today.
For now’s the time for gathering and storing feelings in the heart.
The day will come when silent days will release the pent-up song with uninterrupted art.
And I will talk of days gone by,
And wish for chubby hands now gone,
And miss the constant why and wheres that often stopped my song.
Oh may I see the season now as one for storing in,
That when the season comes to share, there may be something there.
I doesn’t sound like you regret it, but how sad it is to think of all the songs that were never born. I am glad you take so much time to be creative now, because you are just as much an artist and writer as you ever were. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – we are very lucky children to have the artistic parents that we have.
I’ve always felt a bit guilty because after you kids grew up and left, I didn’t pursue songwriting and poetry like I imagined I would. Maybe it’s because then there were grandkids, but, we should all develop and share our talents. I’ve been thinking about that a lot since Aunt Sherrell’s funeral. She used her talent for poetry her whole life, and it had great impact, especially to her family, and, undoubtedly to many more.
Well it’s not too late 🙂 I have really enjoyed the songs and poems you have written.