Come for Them

If I left you tomorrow,
would you remember
how our eyes locked
when our souls connected
on levels at which
only mothers and children can go?

Small mercies would be given, I pray.
A shopping trip here, a lunch date there.

But who would be with you when the shit hits the fan?
When your boyfriend dumps you….
When your friends are being assholes….
When you’re in your thirtieth hour of labor….

Friends, oh Friends of mine!
Will you come for them?
Will you come out of your homes,
out of your busy lives
to offer some small semblance of comfort to them?

When she gets her period.
When he needs flowers for his prom date.
When she has a baby.
When he needs a new sport coat.
Even when they’re older
and you think they don’t need you anymore.
Even when you think
someone else has it covered.
Please come for them.
Please invite them.
They are still my babies.

Will you be the one?
Please be the one
that makes them believe
that the world
is good and kind and giving.
Please be the one
that makes them think
I haven’t left them entirely.

Make them see
that my love for them
did not die
and that they
are not alone.
Make them see
what I would have shown them
had I been able to stay.

  • Michelle

    This one is a heartbreaker, Annie.
    Eloquent and gut wrenching as you address what many of us fear most (or second most).

    June 5, 2014 at 12:30 pm
  • So beautiful Annie, my sisters husband just lost his Aunt to a sudden and totally unexpected heart attack. Her husband and two daughters are at times just hanging on. One is just finishing up college and one is due with the first grandchild this summer, her friends are "coming for them". It will never be the same but they too are Mommas and they are showing up.

    June 6, 2014 at 1:13 am
  • K

    Wow! I have never commented on any blog post in my life. I am on the eve of my first ever trip without my babies – seven years of every night with them. I have all bases covered – wills, details, ‘what to do ifs’ – but this describes how my heart feels at this moment. I hope I have the nerve to get on that plane!

    Your writing is beautiful – after reading "Bitches get shit done" I was sold! Keep it up. You have a gift.

    June 6, 2014 at 5:12 am
    • Anne Flavin

      Thank you so much, K.

      June 14, 2014 at 6:19 pm

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