Back in the Daze....Chase

Back when a tiny cherub sat scrunched on my lap
Foriging for my oh so precious milk
Whilst i sat doting
At two soles
Of the most precious
Silk
When i was a mother a woman a girl
When all was expectant
As i let life unfurl
He
Was all of me
Part of me
Everything
Now he prepares to fly the coup
Ill settle with my memories and a warm bowl of
Cream of tomato
Soup

poem by Karen Sinclair
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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