Hard

( a poem for the hard days, and the love underneath )

It’s OK if it’s hard
Let’s get comfortable with it
Whoever said it would be easy?

It’s hard to let them go
As they pull their hand away and stroll off
Without a wave or a look back

It’s hard when he rolls back
Watching his thinning body inch away
Unable to turn, unable to reflect

It’s hard when they cry
At the same time
I only have hands for one

It’s hard when the mirror shows
The lines of pain and sadness
The loss of time, so pointless, so fragile

The days their clothes get cleared
Are the days I shed tears
For the growing of bodies means
The passing of time

As much as I would love to
I cannot stop this
Unable to quench the satiety
That time has for my baby boys

I am so in love with them
But fearful too
An anxious mother
Who wants nothing more

Than safety and goodness
For their lives and ours
I want nothing more, truthfully
Nothing more

Sophie Slosarczyk

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