I miss my daughters.
I know I miss them
more than they miss me.
It is hard to let them go.
I am lucky to be their mother and
I am ridiculously proud of all three of them.
I know I want to protect them from any harm,
I know I love my husband – and to be able to say that
after twenty-five years of marriage
is pretty cool.
I know I am afraid of getting old.
I know I hate the cold and love to sleep.
I know I want red wine and black coffee to be superfoods.
I know I am a survivor, a fighter,
and I am grateful I am not
I know I love word play
and I like it when I write something
I know I want there to be a heaven
and if I die before my children,
I want to be able to look down from there
so I can continue to watch them grow.
Today's prompt from NaPoWriMo.net in celebration of National Poetry Month is to write about what we know.