She sits with me at breakfast, follows me to the park, hovers on the drive home, celebrates when I lie down, snuggles in with warming
She’s not in the kitchen presiding over preparations, thriving amidst the chatter, tutting away thieving fingers. She’s not in the classroom, mastering subjects, upholding order,
Sky darkens burdened clouds release sorrow in empathy body throbs – aching harmonics. (Twitter Tuesday @Vjknutson)
Unsettled, worry’s guest – change binds me, spineless… this waiting is venom, caution enticing, pursue transformation, big, small – and diversion to eliminate the parasites.
Majesty is a tree quiet strength and vulnerability no more sheltered from acts of nature than I – none impenetrable, although youth believes it –
Grateful for the wilder times, days when daring ruled – amassed fodder for stories, harmless antics eliciting laughter – ever more sweet as body fails,