Susan H. Davis


Transition - Poem by Susan H. Davis

As I hold the squirming little body,
the boy not yet a boy,
the first born of my first born,
son of the daughter who gave Me life,
I say, hearing
my daughter run into the room,
“Here’s Mommy.”
And for a moment,
I don’t know who I am.

When they leave for home,
their home, not my home,
I need grounding,
so I call my aging mother.
She answers breathless,
listens to my fear
that all I’ve been for years
is now gone,
and says calmly
“Yes, life goes on.
Until it doesn’t.”


Comments about Transition by Susan H. Davis

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 4, 2010



[Report Error]