Home Soon

it was though just yesterday
when I used to hold your tiny hands
as we walked  down the stairs
oh, how you confidently
let go, while others cried in despair
for not wanting to

as days became weeks
and weeks became months
I barely noticed how years flew by
‘cos every moment with you
is a loving moment
of memories to keep
of how our world used to be
until the last days of my life

I never leave you behind
never alone
for you, I will adjust my world
reorganize my life
and dream the dreams
you dream

but my child,
our world has changed
and I have to leave you alone
my heart bleeds
and I am lost
lost of words

remember your dream is my dream
and your hope is my hope
for that, I will be home




( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows an old bearded man standing on a stone staircase that is leading to a tower. In the background you can see mountains enshrouded in clouds)



  1. I’ve read your poem here 3 times Mich….. and each time my thoughts have become clearer, and also dreamier….. a gloriously challenging piece, and I’m visualising my own stairway to heaven, with my angel looking over me,… standing there in the centre of my dreams….. 💛💙🌏🌏

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    1. oh, Ivor….you will be reunited with her in time and it would be a wonderful one…. for now i am sure she is joyful watching you, as you touch your readers hearts with your thoughtful poetry….
      as always i am delighted to see your comment and to know that this piece had touched you too….

      keep safe in there Ivor as we still struggle to fight the current pandemic.

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      1. I’m an hour away from Melbourne, which is the epicentre of the wave…. our bit of distance from there seems to be helping us in Geelong… xx


      1. I agree mich. i agree. We oray for that day to come. Our world has been torn apart. I feel your sorrow and your yearning andnyour longing. Hold on.

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    1. Thank you Radhika, i really wanted to make use of simple verses and words with the hope that it still touches the core of our being… and your comment just proved it.


  2. I am really moved by your lovely and touching poem. I feel the love and the loneliness coming through.
    Thanks for joining in the challenge.


  3. The parent child relationship described so well! Too often people get it backwards – the parent trying to make the children take on the parent’s dreams. But that never goes well – instead if the parents buy into the child’s dreams magic happens!

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    1. Thank you so much Val for your lovely comment..
      And i agree, parents should support the dreams of their children not the other way around. Sometimes too, some parents who are failures on some aspects tend to put the burden on so called “doing it because their parents failed”..and that could be really devastating


  4. AW. Crying here. Your beautiful poem touches my heart, and soul, deeply, SweetMich!
    I hope you WILL be reunited soon. I know you and your daughters hope for that, too.

    I know the feeling of missing my kids, too, and not getting to see them and not sure when we will be able to get together again…might be 2021. ??? 😦

    Keep the hope and faith! 🙂 We are grateful to have phones, texts, Skype, Zoom, FaceTime, social media, etc. All good ways to keep in touch! 🙂
    (((HUGS))) ❤ 🙂

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    1. Thank you Carolyn…we keep our high hopes as always…and yes with the advent of current technology, so much can be done to connect with our loved ones,; but nothing beats the warmth of a touch or a hug..🥰🥰😙

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  5. Dear Mich, I commented on this one but don’t see my comment here now!! Maybe check spam folder… or it was lost to the ether. Anyway, poignant poem, filled with emotion 💕

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    1. thank you Gina.. i was thinking of them when they were little girls and oh, how time flies by so fast so to say. i will not forget the day sent each one of them for their first day of school, while others were really crying, they were very confident to let go of my hands and graciously asked me to live. i knew then, that i am raising a confident yet grounded children.. true enough because even after so long they remained confident, strong and yet very gracious young adults.

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      1. I cant attest to that personally, they are such amazing young women, a product of your parenting. hold them close to your heart, they look up to you and dad so much.


  6. My mother’s heart is in love your take on Sadje’s prompt! Time goes by so quickly but our dreams and hopes for our children stay the same not matter how old our children get.


    1. I so agree Irma…sometimes i dont understand others who says…ahhh mu children are old enough they can manage…yes its true but that doesnt mean you stop being a mother to them and stop nurturing them..


  7. I remember my adult sons as children. Thinking I could hope to make their dreams come true.
    How lucky we are that we can dream of reunions… some are less fortunate in that regard.

    There always seems to be some news of someone with an illness that cannot be stopped. Or rather the only way for such an end is for the body to stop. Some stop fighting. Others even when the chances are slim will try anything for a few more precious moments. May we all have the moments we need.


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