Has My Job Been Made Obsolete
I have successfully seen my job brought to fruition
Almost twenty nine years ago
I welcomed to the world my first son,
I have tried to be the best Mum
That I could ever become.
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I treasured every stage of his growth
In tears when he ate his first solid meal,
As he was one step closer
To making my job obsolete, I feel.
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But there’s no stopping the years
From speeding from one to the next,
He’s walking, starting school
Graduating, too fast in retrospect.
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Heading off to University
Leaving home for the first time,
Dating, exploring sex, drinking
Partying, finding a partner in crime.
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Blessing me in returning home
For a few short years,
Still dating his partner in crime
Drinking settled to a few beers.
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Leaving home for the final time
To live with his long term love,
Declaring his love to her
An engagement ring thereof.
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A wedding will be set
Within the next year,
The future is theirs
Their love very clear.
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I feel that my job has become
Obsolete, a job well done,
He is no longer alone
He has found his only one.
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I can gently bow out
Knowing I got him this far,
Taught him to live life
Graduated my shining star.
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While I walk this earth
I’ll still be right here,
Should he ever need me
I won’t just disappear.
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I know he is more than ready
For a family of his own,
I’ve taught him all I can
It’s his turn to stand alone.
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The man of his house,
His family, his wife,
Standing strong
For the rest of his life.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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