All Rolled Into One-Zusammen & Birlikte
My son, Holden and daughter, Elizabeth came home to see me in Ann Arbor. It was Thanksgiving and Christmas all rolled into one. I now sit in my apartment, writing my blog, alone again. Sad, and content, too. I had my kids with me. It was wonderful.
 |
| Holden |
 |
| Elizabeth |
Reunited we are again,
family and blood kin.
Itineraries, lunch dates, study and writing.
We remain separate, but together.
We found time to sit by the fire.
Cold outside, warm with each other.
We reestablished our boundaries and inclusions.
Love pushes and pulls.
But apart we can stay joined.
Taking our separate journeys,
sanctioned by trust and love.
Like a baby loon, learning to fly,
no mother would clamp its wings,
holding it back.
Stopping its natural flight.
No damp, newborn colt would be kept from standing.
No mare would stop her baby from bouncing away,
learning to be on its own.
.
from its speedy run to the sea.
No dandelion seed
could be stopped from blowing in the wind,
igniting in a new field.
Buds and sprouts
don’t crawl back into the dark soil.
Streams don’t flow uphill.
Goodbye. Farewell. Adieu.
Our parting is as natural as the gray hairs congregating on my head.
And so is my longing for us to be together again.
I wouldn’t trade the gratitude we've shared, in having each other.
Far or near we will prevail.
Our reuniting again, someday, is as much a given,
as the gravity that keeps us from flipping off the earth.
I love you Elizabeth and Holden.
My heart is fat with love and pride.
I’ll keep my arms open,
’Till we meet again.
Comments
Post a Comment
Love to hear from my readers!