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Pamela Hirte
Writer / Poet
Long Distance Mother
There is a fissure deep in my heart.
The distance between my sons and
I span thousands of miles.
Drawn to faraway places, careers
beckon them away from home.
Yet, I did my job and turned out
successful adult sons who are
happy and independent.
I reached my goal as mother.
I search for answers
and find them gift wrapped
in logic and rational thought.
Miles and miles of reasons
to feel proud of my sons.
Still my heart encroaches
upon my intellect.
This new way of living is
not for the soft hearted.
I miss the practice of
motherhood.
There is a fissure deep in my heart.
By: Pamela D. Hirte
Published by: Distilled Lives

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