HEARTS

I did not know when I birthed my son
that he would take my heart with him.
 
At night, desperate for rest
half asleep, barely present
I’d attempt to nurse him.
The choice frustrated us both.
 
One night when he cried, I took
him downstairs to my rocker,
made tea, made us comfortable
and realized he was my life.
 
He grew. I watched my heart
learn to walk, read
navigate friendships, school
and grieve a first love anew.
 
He became a man
who with his spouse created
three children into
whom he placed his heart.
 
Together, powerless but present
remembering our own youth
we watch their spirits grow
as they navigate their lives.
 
We’re participant and spectator both
since we freed our hearts
to beat, break and love
inside our children.
 

8 thoughts on “HEARTS

  1. Cindy, this is beautiful and so true. It touches each of us.

    On Mon, May 11, 2020 at 9:54 AM A WELL-TRAVELED HEART wrote:

    > Cynthia M. Sheward posted: ” I did not know when I birthed my son that he > would take my heart with him. At night, desperate for rest half asleep, > barely present I’d attempt to nurse him. The choice frustrated us both. > One night when he cried, I took him downstairs to my roc” >

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