I am the Keeper of yesterday’s dreams
Living in a home-based museum
Dedicated to a family that used to be.
I am the Curator of childhood artifacts
Of bikes and balls and hockey sticks
With rooms lined with bears and books.
I am a Prisoner in the shell of a home
Weighed down by belongings
And the memories they hold.
I am the Mother shedding her skin
Trying to let go of a stage that has passed
In search of a new dream and a lightness of being.
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This sounds very familiar! ;-)
Whoa! Every mother should read this!!!
Thanks Kimberly….it is surprising to me how long it is taking me to “let go” of my parenting years. Kim
You know Kim I think we all go through this shedding of skins.. especially when our children grow and leave home.. Its hard.. but it gets easier.. My son stored lots of his school books and other toys up in the loft when he moved out.. We more or less forgot about them.. Then Hubby had a cleaning streak which included sorting out the loft.. ;-) My Son is 40 this year.. He had a great time going through his old toys.. and showing his daughter our granddaughter the old toys he played with as a child.. He took them all with him, and now they are in his loft.. some things should never get thrown away LOL.. :-) especially the memories we keep ..
Lovely poem Kim.. and like Kimberly says all Mums should read :-D.. Hugs your way..
At 40!! Oh dear, I hope it does not take my daughter 20 years to clear her room out! But lovely to think of you all going through his old stuff together!! Hugs back from Kim
Yes it was fun..:-)