A path that has never made itself clear to me has determined my whole life. As an adult I have been consumed by taking care of my children. On this day, when all of my children are gone, I miss them. It is confusing, lonely and my life is thrown off track. My children are the best little people on earth. Confident intelligent, attractive, well spoken. I miss them so much. My loneliness is painful, I can taste it. As I gaze at the photographs, my heart is torn to pieces. The ache of not having all of my offspring near me is a pain that I cannot describe. It does not matter how far they go, I carry each of them with me.
I know that what I believe and trust in will watch over my children with a very special eye. An eye that is specially reserved for those who are not so easily swayed by worldly beliefs and religions. I believe my children hold inside of them the key to open any door that they wish to explore. It is a key kept in a safe place, a key for peace and a key for satisfaction. A nonjudgmental spot for me and for them. They will take destiny and change it to what they desire. If I would wish anything for my children, I would wish for them to know happiness and that they will never experience loneliness.
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