Poetry on missing your children.

I remember when I could read an entire chapter, some days even an entire book at one sitting without interruptions. I remember when I could work for hours at a time in my study; the hours were dependent on me not on nap. I remember when I knew no one with children and had no idea what 2T meant. And I remember when no one called me mommy and when no little arms wrapped themselves …

…totally distraught! She headed for the den to confirm her fears. When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears. The message she read pierced her soul with a dart. It said, "I love Mommy," surrounded by a heart. Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it, With an empty picture frame hung to surround it. A reminder to her, and indeed to all, Take time to read the handwriting on the wall.