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How Many Tears Does A Mom Have?

raining-tearsMy first born left for college.
She is 2500 miles away.

I’ve spent two days trying not to think.
It hurts too much.

I bawled all the way home from the airport.

I’ll see her at Christmas.
It doesn’t help the tears.

your heart out dear.
I could not be prouder.


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August 12, 2008


1 Willow O'Neel { 08.14.08 at 8:17 am }

Aww – beautiful poem. It accurately reflects the feeling. My son left home at 18 years old AND my best friend moved out of state in the same month! I was devastated! What helped me deal with it was realizing that it was the cute little toddler I was missing the most, not the obnoxious teenager – and that cute toddler had been gone for quite a few years already. So, in the beginning I focused on the relief of not having to deal with obnoxious teenager’s foibles! Later, as I got into a new life, I was able to begin to remember the wonderful parts. Glad to report: 12 years afterward, I now live within 10 miles of him and he is a dear young man.

2 JHS { 08.24.08 at 12:11 pm }

Thanks for contributing this article to this week’s Carnival of Family Life, hosted by Karen at Write from Karen. Be sure to stop by her site on Monday, August 25, 2008, and check out the many other wonderful submissions include in this edition of the Carnival!

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