I Miss That Time

There is no one
that I miss.
No one who has
passed on or moved
through my life do
I wish would return.
No, I am at peace
with the time we
spent, however
short or long.

There is a wistful-
ness though of times
long ago of when I
was young and
content, happy and
secure with being a
new mother and
feeling a purpose
that was profound
and real.  I was
needed, and savored
each moment of
tending and caring.
There was no sacrifice
within my delight.

Love flowed freely
from me to you,
my heart open wide
to intuit your needs.
Holding you gently,
warmly to my breast,
keeping you close
and safe from harm.
Teaching and showing,
listening and giving,
rejoicing in your
perfection, fed my soul.
Looking into your eyes,
I marveled at your
preciousness and the light
that glowed around.
It was grace that brought
us together, our energies
aligned within a universal

So it’s those times that
I miss more than anything
else.  Those early days
of motherhood were
truly some of the best.

Mary at dVerse Poets invites us to reflect on what or who do we miss:  http://dversepoets.com/2015/11/17/poetics-who-what-do-you-miss/

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  1. That is such a precious time…………beautiful writing, Gayle.Lovely memories.


  2. I felt nostalgic about those early days ~ The bonding was great but I don’t missed those sleepless nights ~ I prefer the children a little bit older, when I would read them stories or teach them words ~ Now that they are grown up, I can’t wait to become a grandmother some day ~


  3. This motherhood time is very sweetly expressed, Gayle. Did you share this poem with your children?


  4. Oh those warm and wonderful times of young motherhood…I think for many people those are the best of times. Today I was just thinking as well very nostalgically about the time when my grandchildren were young(er)… My youngest turns 8 next week. Sigh. There just is something about being in the presence of young kids, I think…children or grandchildren bring so much joy.


  5. Victoria

     /  November 18, 2015

    I loved those times too, the early mother days. You describe so well many of the aspects I most sweetly remember.


  6. This is so sweet.. That bond has to be something so truly special… I also hope you share it with their children..


  7. Oh, Gayle, I hear you! I miss those times too, when all was still well with the world, disappointments were sharp but brief, and Mummy could kiss everything better. I particularly like those lines which convey the sense of wonder and miracle of a separate little human nevertheless with a strong bond to you:
    Looking into your eyes,
    I marveled at your
    preciousness and the light
    that glowed around.
    It was grace that brought
    us together, our energies
    aligned within a universal


  8. what a priceless poem Gayle!


  9. Beautiful sentiments! You sound like a wonderful mom 🙂


  10. The moments of early motherhood are beautiful & precious indeed 🙂 thanks for sharing!


  11. Those early days
    of motherhood were
    truly some of the best.

    It follows therefore by extension so also those early days of sharing and caring of early fatherhood. The joys and hurts were non-replaceable experiences. Truly said, Gayle!



  12. This is just beautiful, Gayle.
    Mine are teens now, so I feel this, so deeply.


  13. Glenn Buttkus

     /  November 18, 2015

    My middle daughter has 4 children under five, & though at some time in the future she may reflect wistfully about motherhood, right now she is pretty frazzled. Strange to hear there are no loved ones that have passed on that do not haunt or come to mind during the holidays, but we all travel paths differently. We fathers & grandfathers can only marvel at motherhood; yours is a marvelous testament & reflection.


  14. What a great outlook–to be grateful for the time we had with loved ones rather than dwelling on the fact they are no longer with us. Makes me reflect.


  15. How sweet this is! I hope you give this to your children to read for they know how much you love them but this a wonderful thing to share.


  16. So heart felt and lovely. It’s how I feel about my niece.


  17. A Nurture of
    Love.. a giving
    one.. a Love
    that need
    not never
    end.. as long
    as there is now
    need for Love..:)


  18. Early days of motherhood so sweet.


  19. My niece just had a baby. I’m going to send this to her. Last time we spoke, she was in “baby love.” I wonder if exhaustion has rubbed the glow off of motherhood for her. This should make things shine again! 🙂 ❤


    • Nice, Lorna. I hope it gives her a boost! I was really young when I had my babies, didn’t have to work and didn’t seem to have that exhausted feeling that others go through. I think my kids were more trying for me as they got older and could give me some “lip.” :~)

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      • I was the reverse–found it tough to not know what every cry meant. When my son got older and we could talk to each other, things got so much easier and he never gave me the old “lip” thing! By the way, I sent your poem to my niece she read it and as she was nursing she son, she cried and hugged him a bit tighter–her words! You made her day! 🙂 ❤


  20. This is such an unusual twist and reminds us of those very special and close days with our babies. It seems a long time ago but you recognise the importance of that.



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