I am the mother of four children,
but one of them is not at home.
She is away having a wonderful time,
holidaying working in the United States for the Summer.
Yet she is still here.
Everywhere I look.
Her bedroom is downstairs,
so I see it most of every day.
Her clothes still in the ironing basket,
or on her sister!
Her absence also highlights her presence
in our lives.
At our meals her place is vacant,
and her toothbrush missing from the shelf.
I know she is to be home in a few more weeks,
and I no longer mourn her absence,
but I never feel whole
whilst she is not around.
As I hear my other children,
laugh, shout and argue,
I inwardly note her voice is missing.
Unconsciously, conscious that she is absent.
Now hours later I hear her still.
And I long to have her home.
However she is not such a romantic as I,
and the voice I hear is not saying,
” Love you mum”,
Instead I hear her laughing as she says,
“Mum, you loser, get a life!”.