Her room sat like a capsule of honor
waiting for her return
like echoes I would hear conversations we once shared
when I would wake her up in the morning…
I miss those mornings sometimes…
there was a time…
I once mourned as each child
was plucked from my nest
I waned to scream…. “But wait I am not done YET!!!”
And then I stood proudly as I watched them fly
So high, so strong,
I couldn’t help but take a little credit as I looked on….
And now I am okay. Really I am.
I even enjoy only having to get me ready and out the door again these days.
No diaper bags, or back packs to remember or in my case, forget….
And yet it sometimes stings just a little to know
that those chapters have been written
I know them now and I am proud of the children I have had as I watch them soar to heights far above my imagination.
I wander around the walls of my life and look out the windows of my memory
and if I let myself… I can wander even farther back, back,
and reflect on the regrets of things I never accomplished or wish I had done and that is when I see….
That these really and truly are the good old days, the days I have the freedom and the time to write my book
and live in the chapters yet to be written…
And so can other people! Cuzzzz we have a guest room now! GRIN~ (Of course my little chickadee has first dibs!)
Yes, these are the days where I finally learn that….