Like I felt when I held any of my babies, the thought, novel, alien and dangerous as a panther in the shower: "this is for keeps, I love you onto death". My death, of course.
I do not wish to consider the mortality of the three I love with such finality, though Iknow it exists at an intellectual level. It's too much.
I know my parting thought, many years from now (I hope) will be of you.
And almost any in the meantime.
My priority, to stand. To wait. And to stand by their side when I'm needed.
It's a matter of time.
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