Poem # 55 A mother's plight

Walking to the gate, with tears in my eyes

Trying to catch a glimpse, of the ones I am leaving behind;

Gather my things, while I collect my thoughts,

I board my flight, with a heavy heart.

Leaving my first born behind, 

While my duties take me home bound;

Feeling incomplete, I need to wear a contented mask,

Acting normal, is not going to be an easy task. 

As a mother, I get to decide,

Where my presence, is best defined;

My second child now needs me, 

So my choice is not hard to see.

With glazed eyes, I leave one child behind,

My older one’s got her own path to find;

I shake out my doubts and rid myself of all my qualms,

While the other waits for me, with wide open arms.