Lauren B Called

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Overflow - Poem by Lauren B Called

I cry like a child separated from his parents
Though really it is the opposite
Raised them to be independent and strong
Tried to give the wings
And now they fly
As they leave I cry
Not in front of them
But in moments
In prayers
I am like an old woman with
Tearful cares
As more understanding I gain
I remember the faces of old people I used to spend time with
So much more makes sense now
And I wish I could go back and give them a hug
And now as I age, as my children start new lives
I see why most grandmothers pray more than anyone


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I must say I am more fortunate than earlier generations in that a day never goes by that we don't text each other. Technology helps shorten the distance.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 6, 2014


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