Dawn to Dusk – Born to Mourn ~ Bronwyn Desjardins

I left you, one centimetre, one milestone at a time.
I watched you watch me leave – one year at a time.
You praised my progress and encouraged me all the way,
Until the day I left and you grew silent, for a moment.
You praised my independence, but I saw your pain – it was mine too.

In the wings you watch and catch me when I fall – still.
You speak of when you will leave me and I grow silent.
For that day, that hour, I curse.
This fruit of your womb fears life without you,
For the cord was cut but we were not unbound.

Upon your death, I will be your legacy, you say.
Someone to hold your hand on your last day.
But, I don’t think I’ll have the strength to face that!
Who will hold me then? Who will catch my tears and tell me it’ll be ok?
This merry-go-round of life and death makes no sense at all,
So I cling to the moments I have now, I embrace them big and small.

Love can be painful and unkind.
The fruit of it is what we leave behind.
I know my time will come too when I will leave my two.
Was it selfish of me to bring them here?
To face the separation game we play as men women – time and again?
Creating and separating – loving and leaving – praising and mourning.

From dawn to dusk, are we born to mourn?

16 August 2009

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