Loneliness

Loneliness can be so obscure
One minute I'm totally fine,
the next, the sadness slinks in.

The ache for my children has crept in
The pang of a mother's empty arms
Time absconded, never to be regained
Memories no more to be made

Will I never again feel my child's leg thrown over mine during a night of television watching?
Never again to kiss my child goodnight, or to kiss them awake

Mothering was an occupation that I took seriously
it was how I defined myself
Now who AM I?
Do I even care?

I want to be Mom...and not from afar.
I desire it more than anything.

The loneliness creeps in!