Day 18 - A Poem

What’s Different this Good-bye

When judgments become longings -

my bathroom drawers left open

Favorite hair ties go missing,

The “let’s go do something” pressing against my nesting self.

Or the books that go unread

As Catan wins and losses come and go,

Nerts arguments over seating and unfair advantages of card placements that no longer linger in the room after dinner.

This -

Along with your hugs and nightly “I love you’s”

Fades.

A mother’s heart, sitting in the “well done,”

Wondering with anticipation

What life looks like,

True adult to adult

Who will be woven among us? Eventually.

We can never go back. To

Butterfly kisses.

Climbing door jams (you)

Princess dresses (also you)

Sparkling shoes (us)

Now - White New Balances, wide (you)

Neutral colors (also you)

Sparkle in eyes (us)

Now -

Our house grows quieter

more Parallel Play,

less Action,

less…

Without you shining on all of us,

your gaze a continual “I love you” to us all,

and us loving you back with our, “sure I’ll do that”

Because

We know all too soon the invitations will leave- Not

Forever

Still.

They go with your

suitcase and smile

We have versions to keep us company.

phone calls and video calls

breadcrumbs, really.

Until we meet again.

At the holidays.

Months away,

for always too little time.

©Dr. Kimber Court Del Valle