Even now while I miss
The sparkle of skylark-song
Tickling the ripple of rye-gold sea
Even now, outside my kitchen window
I delight in
The return of Red Poll and chick-a-Dee
Even now while I miss
Tangled bloom bouquets
Growing wild on the window-sill
Even now, every leaf
Lavishly garnishes
Hedge-row, hollow and hill
Even now, while I miss
The pool of morning-sun
Warming the waking earth
Even now, I am drawn to
The flicker of firelight
And family around home’s hearth
© Janet Martin
one more very personal stanza…
Even now, while I miss
My firstborn; her chatter
Spilling like a flower in full-bloom
Even now, I hear the laughter
Of her two younger sisters
Excited to each have their own bedroom
They quickly purged their room of the dresser which has been called many names (all unflattering). Suddenly my living-room is filled with over-flow;) Every mothering-instinct in me wants to go up and 'help', but they sound like they're having too much fun on their own so I'm making meat-loaf and scalloped potatoes for their supper...and as far as missing Emily goes. I have been at her house or she has been here or she has called every day since they're back:) I won't ask her, but I know she misses us a little...