Two arrows.
Two horizons.
The first left years ago, and I saw her becoming a streak of light,
I watched until I couldn’t…!!
And now the second
is all set to light up
his share of the vast sky…!
I know they never belonged to me.
They were only ever passing through,
two souls I got to love, to keep them cuddled in my arms,
before the wind claimed them.
Yet it overwhelms me, each time I realise, it’s the empty nest moment..!
And here I stand,
bow lowered,
heart breaking open
in the most beautiful way,
not empty,
just fuller than before, with gratitude
What a blessing it is
to be their mother.
Motherhood is truly the art
of aiming carefully,
loving deeply,
and releasing gracefully.
Simi
Simi says... 