While sitting in the pick-up this morning at hubby's work waiting...a lo-o-o-o-g time;) for this and that to be sorted out before I could bring his pick-up back home (we need it at the end of the week because Rob and Emily are moving into their first own home!!!:) my heart wrangled with holding-letting-go and missing Mel though she reassured me she is happy...for the most part.( Isn't that most of us? happy, for the most part?)
Sometimes her heart dangles
And wrangles
And twists
Hungry
For Something
That no longer exists
Sometimes she returns
Yearning
To feel
The old familiar
Now strange
And surreal
Sometimes the hunger
For younger
Bygone
Keens a
Sweet sorrow
For Yester-home
© Janet Martin
‘Sometimes my friends ask me if I get homesick’, my daughter
told me when she was home for the week-end, and I tell them ‘sometimes I am,
and then I come home to realize my homesickness is for a time that no longer
exists’... that Home, though it is still home, feels different than it did when
she was younger.
I did not reply for the tears in my throat. ‘Welcome to the
rest of your life, ’I wanted to cry, but I know she knows it already…a little.
Nothing stays the same for long.
Tomorrow Today will be yesterday.
Pray we hear sweet echoes.
As I finished posting this Ann Voskamps's post came up and I realized afresh, we're all in this together; a fine-mingling of hurt, happiness and hope.
As I finished posting this Ann Voskamps's post came up and I realized afresh, we're all in this together; a fine-mingling of hurt, happiness and hope.
Yes dear sis we are ...lump in my throat:)
ReplyDeleteI hear it in my daughter's voice too when she calls home.....
and I wish I could ease it somehow...
:0 so much learning going on that isn't at school, or at least, college. Seems we never out-grow the school of life! Melissa wants to get in touch with Katrina real soon!
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