I tried this. Here it is.
Mother
A mother sits on the cusp on something different. Beginning something new to her, yet familiar to so many others. Counting the days, hours, and moments till quiet replaces footsteps. Dreaming of what she wishes for them and wondering what she might remember about them. Encouraged by her optimism, yet tentative in her hopefulness. Finding herself and losing herself simultaneously, she is. Growing is happening in the magnitude of this time. Happy for them and content, she remains heavy with regrets of inadequacy. In this measured period, she is holding back and holding on. Just in time to free them, she fears she might be too guarded. Kept near her heart they will always remain. Love is the bond, the sustenance and the ideal. Movement forward is the direction, fueled by this warmth, for them and for her. No one can really halt this scattering. Only to take flight is what they desire and only to watch them go is what she knows is right. Positioning herself to view the exit, she is almost ready. Quite a time in her life this is. Remembering all the days she wished they would leave her alone, she has reached a time when they will. Sadness nears her but does not possess her. Time is a friend and it has been good. Unbelievable, difficult, and unpredictable, but good, time has been. Veering, turning, weaving to a new course, time will teach her new lessons. What will she learn? X marks an eternal spot in her heart; yet these children exit, slowly. Yearning for a glimpse into the future, she decides to just close her eyes. Zigzagging through the door, they will go and she will stay firmly in one place, until she changes bearings and moves on.
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Nice story and great take on topic.. enjoyed it. 😉