Coming And Going

[walker]

It is with the coming and going of my children

that I see the futility of my own life

weeks here, weeks there

days here, days there

they come, they go

and when they leave

a space grows wide

in my heart,

in my mind

they are the sunshine

the fresh air in my face,

they are my reason

but when they leave

I realise what I am

what I have become

an empty shell of misery

of loneliness

of utter emptiness

the confusion returns