Yesterday a child came out to wander, caught a dragonfly inside a jar….
Mom, is that you?
And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time….
Fifteen years ago today was your last full day on earth.
Or was it?
What do we know?
My love for you only grows.
My conversations with you even more connected.
My reactions influenced by our past.
Your frustrations and questionings vibrating with truth.
My head sharing your lap with Margaret in the backseat of the Plymouth on our way to Michigan, your cool hand on my forehead, and you rubbing Margaret’s back with the other while you told us the story of Peter Pan.
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.
Don’t ever stop.
We can’t return, we can only look
Behind, from where we came
And go round and round and round, in the circle game.
Thank you for choosing me to be your daughter, and I thank myself for being so brilliant in choosing YOU.
Bless you, Mom, on this gorgeous morning.