She's Counting Down Comments

Lovely Mary. Be assured they always come back one way or another. Our heart break their independence. Patricia

of course the great mystery goes on, and on the urge to become the True Self and find a place in the manifoldness of the world every being must do this and too a mother's love endless and understanding the truth of self becoming real but love love binds souls together in a way thinking cannot understand anyway going and coming back the eternal return adds a bit of spice to life a great poem

Home is the imagery we always carry with us.One day you will be rewarded for your selflessness. We never get over needing those who have loved us unconditionally.. Kindest regards, Sandra Fowler

I think shw will always love and need Mary, that's the beautiful way life is.

Very good poem...don't worry she will be fine and so will you.

Of course she will come back, they soon realise that Mum is their friend, refuge, bank, wardrobe, empty tummy filler, clothes washer, confidant, and eventually, in time a babysitter! Another good write from you. I always enjoy reading your poems, they are great. Love Ernestine XXX

Kahlil Gibran expressed it best: 'Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.' Best, Martin

Mary..she is only leaving your home, not your heart. Rusty

Mary, just keep the thought that when you hold a butterfly too tightly, you crush it...but when you let it fly away, it comes back to land on your shoulder. This is a heartfelt poem and one which all mothers of young adolescents will understand. Best to you. Raynette