Poem: After Hours
A quiet hour
after everyone
has gone to bed
the candle burns low
Though I am tired
I cannot sleep
the veneer of mother
falls away
it is the only time
to sit and contemplate
the events of the day
in complete silence
Poem: No Longer Needed
That sinking realization when you understand that they don't need you anymore They're outgrown you they can survive without you When it is so gradual that it sneaks up on you but the inevitable gut punch is that while you become aware they still act the same but their actions confirm it every hour or every day.
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