Evasive days
Is that my little girl?
Who is this boy who has grown so tall?
How is it that I have missed their lives?
Was it not yesterday when they were so small?
All of a sudden, my son can’t hear my words.
My daughter is kept busy by her music.
All of a sudden, I’m all by myself.
All alone, I don’t think I can do it.
No more monsters under beds,
No more kissing them goodnight.
No more Super Mom.
I can’t ensure that everything will be alright.
They’re so cynical, so hardened by the world.
I can’t convince them of anything anymore.
I can’t tell them I love them and tell them I mean it.
I ask them about their day and they greet me with slammed doors.
When did she grow to be a beauty?
When did time take them away?
Please, someone tell me what happened to my babies.
When did “10 years from now…” become today?
Mahogany Martin