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©Shers Gallagher 2016

She never thought her child would have another,
being a bit of an eccentric genius and free spirit,
somewhat like herself but surely more practically minded.
At her leaving, parenthood was furthest from the mind,
making it easier for her in a third phase of life
to immigrate to another land 
to perhaps be the final rooting and end to her wanderlust.
Now the miles and oceans part her from them,
not only physically but also in cultural misunderstandings too.
Still, she so misses them.

If only she had known how difficult it would be to return
and yet never be the same,  
as life goes on, turning and turning,
reshaping and moulding her life,
their lives too.
She knows it should be this way
and is glad they all are adjusting healthily and admirably,
hoping too that they know how proud she is of each of them
and is more than delighted for the little one too.
Yet she never realised how the leaving would be so hard,
so painful, though never breathing a word of it.
And in this she seals her loving letter with a kiss.

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Comments

  1. Such a story you found in that image... separation like that can never be easy

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  2. Being apart from the ones you love can be very hard but is sometimes not avoidable. I loved this !

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  3. My grandmother left her seven kids , i often wonder what drove her to it . She was demonised ever after , maybe i'll find where she is buried

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    1. Yes, you should, Kutamun. There is always a story to it, especially for a woman who is domestic by nature. Your poor Gran.

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    1. Thank you, Dee Dee. Comments from the heart are always appreciated.

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  5. Ah...a novelist's perspective...well done...

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  6. I've been a grammy for almost 10 years so far, and it's been a delight. An interesting take--very reflective.

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  7. Can't even imagine. A unique perspective on the prompt, and I enjoyed it.

    =)

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  8. Yes, the ache of being apart from those you love....time does have a way of healing and changing for the better in ways..you have captured it well here Shers!

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    1. You're so right, Carrie. One of my personal privileges is to have a pilot son. Yet, however sweet short visits are they still don't replace being there and watching one grow up. I don't think anyone ever realises this until they emigrate. :(

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  9. A very touching and poignant write ... beautiful. Well done.

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