Summer……

Lying in their beds…sleeping kids… Windows open… allowing a cool summer breeze…  the smell of blooming privett… honeysuckle…  Somewhere in the distant…across the hollow where Winter’s open hardwood has sprouted a heavy green veil…a nocturnal owl shares her peaceful sonnet… her voice echoes like rain, refusing to cease… feeding everything ‘neath a dark heaven too far to reach or understand. 

Belle holds her doll with an innate embrace… a beautiful ember placed in the soul of a little girl, destined to become a wonderful young lady… Baker stirs and I realize he is a thousand miles away…on an untamed and foreign hillside, climbing towards the sun and manhood… If only I could enter their dreams… but I’ll wait.. hold them close, awaiting their return in the morning…. 

Another Summer has come… tomorrow, it will disappear… leaving traces of memories.. vapors over a cooling fire… and I’ll walk in the comfort of the evening, while they sleep…..collecting…gathering….  understanding that today is a privilege and I will absorb this moment… this borrowed day. Another day…another season… my rapidly growing children.  Growing up faster than my heart can afford…

I’ve sat on many distant mountains…. waited all night for a sunrise…. always arriving quickly.. although expected…but incredibly sudden….  One morning, I’ll awake… it will be sudden… and this beautiful childhood….will become a young adult’s recollection of life.  The experiences… the things they’ve witnessed… the rebuilding of esteem, confidence… family restructuring… a complete upheaval of all things… these things will be carried into tomorrow… their relationships…  We have much, however, and many good things to carry… are so very blessed.. there is devotion in abundance…. Its redundant waves pound the shore..unceasing…enduring and consistent.  They are growing… I am growing… it is well. 

Watching them sleep…. the peace of a sleeping child…the dew is settling…quenching all things.  All things…