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Last Child Leaving…by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Children,Depression and Hope,Marriage and Family — Bob at 7:19 pm on Wednesday, June 25, 2014

 

© June 17, 2014

 

The last one is sleeping

On the other side of our wall

Room’s randomly strewn with:

Clothes, makeup, empty food containers

Dolls, stuffed animals

Mysterious bits and pieces of technology

Towels, towels, towels

Extinct schoolwork

Her present is passing

She is leaving

 

Exasperated, delighted, charmed, furious

All within a moment

We are bewildered

Our dog sleeps

Too old to notice

White muzzle periodically puffing

We want to talk

She is out, gone, busy

She wants to talk

We drop everything

She is leaving

 

 

She asks questions

Acts girlish

Drops the sophistication

Lets us see the real girl

Beautiful without paint

Wants to talk all night

The energy flows

Mostly from her to us

We try to pass on our experience

Warn her

Advise her

Encourage her

We try—really try—to stay awake

She is leaving

 

 

Older sister almost forty

Older brother thirty-five

Youngest sister thirty-three

Our children have children

She is seventeen

Our parenthood extended

By decades

By her unexpected arrival

Her parents so different than theirs

We are wiser

We are older

We hurt for no reason

She is leaving

 

 

College brochures stacked in a corner

Surreptitiously read

When we are sleeping

Whispering into her phone

Fearful and giggling

Creeping toward independence

She: sees the endless vistas

We: see all the fences

Nursery school-Grammar school-High School

All lying together in the dust

In a corner of her bedroom

Irrelevant and shrinking

In her rear view mirror

Growing smaller

She is leaving

 

 

When she drives away

Out of her room

Out of our sight

Chaos leaving with her

From somewhere above us

A heavy curtain falls through Time

Bursting its rusty restraints

Our scheduled destinies resumed

Time, irritated

Has tolerated this delay

But only just

In her wake

Our dreaded transformation

Takes place in a wink

The parents disintegrate

Only grandparents live here now

She is gone

 

Note:

Robert M. Katzman is available for hire as a speaker and poet in the Chicago area for private groups and organizations

Contact him at theoldmagazinestore@icloud.com or, preferred: (847) 274-1474

This site has many stories and poems which I have written over the last seven years since Rick Munden asked me if I wanted to contribute to it with him.  Having a site like this makes a poet/writer want to write something.  Sometimes, that “something” is worth someone’s times.  I hope readers of this recent poem feel that way about it.  I have published five books, and sell them from my store in Skokie, Il.  I also ship them around the USA when someone wants one.  None are fiction.  I see them floating around the world on some used book sites, some for amazingly high prices!  I charge $25 per book, autographed to the purchaser, plus shipping. Sales tax only in Illinois.  If you like what you read here, please tell others.

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