Untethered

Those that know what's going on with us, will understand this post.
Perhaps, some that don't may get it too.
My husband made the comment, "I feel empty and lost."
It immediately brought this to mind.
If you're hurting or sad ~ or empty or lost ~
I hope this helps to some small degree.
You are not alone.


Untethered
by Lyn Marinello

There's a special sort of blessing that takes place upon this earth,
Literally tied, in womb, to Mom, at conception through to birth.
Dependent for all food and growth. Gestation creates a home.
A safe and peaceful haven no matter where we may roam.
Next we're bound by apron strings as childhood rushes by,
Always testing elasticity as we spread our wings to fly.
Then into young adulthood. We feel trapped under their thumb.
Like we're never going to get away about to surrender and succumb.
Time passes by, we build our lives, perhaps those calls out of obligation.
Forced to travel for the holidays. Interactions faced with trepidation.
We tend to get annoyed by the volume that you use,
By the layers that you wear or the phrases that you choose.
The calls become infrequent. The visits dwindle in their number.
And reaching out seems so mundane; a weighty task that we encumber.
And then, as life so often does, we take a curveball to the chin.
We're shown that life is very fragile and reality sets in.
The strolls down memory lane seem a much more frequent walk,
And every day a call is made for unimportant, idle talk.
But we have to come to realize that every chat's essential ~
Tidbits that are tossed our way are savored; reverential.
We help you put the layers on. With the volume, we add captions.
We sit patiently to help you out with these newfangled contraptions.
Holidays are cherished; embellished with your every phrase.
Happy to bound our tired wings. Content to share an afternoon laze.
There is not much we wouldn't do to be tied in apron strings once more,
To arrive at your little dated abode and have you waiting at the door.
But time is like the ocean ~ a grand ebb and equal flow.
An Angel brings a brand new life; a tenured soul must go.
A connection once so intimate, so pure and absolute,
Has swayed and frayed and frazzled but now stands faithful; resolute.
They've shared every bit of self, sometimes disheveled and often weathered.
Their steadfast love has paved a guiding path as we now travel on untethered.