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Poem: “My Heart, Their Home”

My Heart, Their Home

Just left my kids behind…
A part of me stayed too.

Little chunks of my heart ripped out, but
Their lives, well-lived, transform the empty pits
Into chambers where purpose and love intersect.

Filled with their Becoming,
My mother’s heart expands,
Becoming a mansion that
Welcomes home my children,
And the life they create.

Still, even the heavens rain as my van drives away…
From college days.

Stacy Peterson
April 14, 2013


Stacy received a BA in PSCI from VaTech and taught for several years. As a former Marine reservist and Officer Candidate, she brings Semper Fidelis to her vocation as wife and mother. She ponders the world around her and on occasion pens an essay. She may be reached at stacypeterson40@hotmail.com.
  • goral

    College or Marriage, the sentiment is the same.

    They stretch their wings and fly away.

    Sadness and emptiness they leave in their wake;
    Which closes in not as water but as honey.
    The Communion of Saints does the transformation,
    until the sadness become sweetness.

    Oh! Natali…