First Creche

What a wonderful poem.

The words- just right.

And any mother who's ever had to leave her child (who didn't want to - I understand some mothers can't wait to get back to work) knows the feeling you describe in this poem.

It made me cry- remembering how it felt all those years ago. I had to go back to work when my son was nine weeks old (it was unavoidable - I was the only income- his father was in school) and it just felt so WRONG.

And me, being the jealous person I am, was so jealous of this woman who was spending her days with the love of my life...I was happy that he loved her, and was happy with her, but as irrational as it was - I was so jealous.
I did it as long as I had to - he was nine months old when his father graduated and got a job and an income - and then I never did it again- ever. I was determined that it would be me that saw his first steps, heard his first words, and saw all the rest of his smiles.
Luckily- in terms of timing - it worked out that way.

Anyway - great poem. This poem did for me exactly what a poem is supposed to do.
Hang in there...

Thank you, Aidan.

It was written when I was in much the same situation you describe.

I'm not normally given to poetry, but this came back to me because that same child is considerably older now, and separation is an issue again...

Thank you, Aidan.

It was written when I was in much the same situation you describe.

I'm not normally given to poetry, but this came back to me because that same child is considerably older now, and separation is an issue again...

I'm sorry to hear that.