I repeatedly regret my removed self in the summer months. Time spent changing the world while my little girl begs for my help in a change of clothes. Nights of wonder about plans 10 years from now as my first born 10th year of life slips like water poured over my finger tips. If only regret worked like repentance, and quick moving water more like sand.
Even as I write, woken by these small gifts I cannot come to grips with my great need for time to fall light as snow, wrapped in seed. What good is a harvest if one forgets to plant? What good is seed hidden from nourishment?
Off they went to school today with my whole heart in their hands.
Off they went to the movies today car key's in hand and friends waiting.
Off they went big day today, white dress, diamond ring, blue hair clip.
Off they went to the hospital today, cry of grand babies echoed through eternity.
Off to they went to school today, and I just wanted to hold them close, in one last moment, not allow the bus with a stranger driving pull away leaving me to stand alone.
Oh my heart. This back to school stuff is hard.
