Thrown Out With The Bath Water
Forlorn and forgotten
She remembers it like it was only yesterday,
When she was young, not much more than a teen,
The first time she held her offspring,
Her protective instinct never before seen.
***
She cradled you in her love,
Wrapped you in cotton wool, nurtured and cared,
Her only reward was your precious smile,
Your happy giggle, your achievements shared.
***
She sacrificed her all, to ensure your safety,
Your happiness, your lessons, your place,
Giving up her sleep, her peace of mind,
Just to watch the glow of your smiling face.
***
She worried constantly that she wasn’t enough,
That she wasn’t raising you to become your best,
Trying to give you your independence,
Your wings to fly from her cushioned nest.
***
She watched from the sidelines as you excelled,
Continuing to sacrifice from afar,
Nothing was too much, never uttering the word no,
Not if it guided you to becoming a star.
***
She cried alone at night while you slept,
Never showing her heart that had been shattered,
By your careless words, you taking her for granted,
Pretending and feeling she never mattered.
***
She was fine with these sacrifices for you,
As you are her greatest achievement,
She’d forgo everything to see you happy,
Whilst silently suffering her own bereavement.
***
Then the day arrives where she’s cast aside,
She’s gotten older, no longer much use to you,
You’ve your own life, your own plans, your own goals,
Confident in your life, no longer needing her view.
***
Cast aside at the pinnacle,
Useless in her golden years,
Alone, silently heartbroken,
Suddenly having to face her fears.
***
She is quietly forgotten,
Her golden years to be lived alone,
Her sacrifices never remembered,
Not now that you’re all grown.
***
Cast aside, no longer important,
Feeling bereft now you’re too busy to even call,
Thrown out with the bath water,
Forgotten between the hours of dawn and nightfall.
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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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