Round and round it goes.
The whirligig of life.
No stopping it, impossible to catch
There it goes, hatch, match, dispatch.
Babby becomes mammy and she becomes granny
And around we go again.
It’s a wonderful thing.
The next generation consoles the loss of the last
The sights and sounds of new life ease the pain of absence, a salve.
But I’m stuck with this half circle
It keeps moving one way but refuses to come back around.
I feel the benefits and blessings of the salve of others
They ease the sting.
But the absence for me is doubled-up pain
and never more than on this day.
Each year Mother’s Day comes around
It holds my half circle in front of me
I look at it and smile through tears
For in it I see my 27
Dedicated to the memory of my mother, and to my 27 nieces and nephews.
5 thoughts on “The Half Circle of Life”
Spent the day with my sister whose kind of in the same half circle. x
Thanks Carolann x
Beautifully written. Thinking of you xx
Thank you Pam x
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