#atinylife Friends that are Family

My children run under the spreading tree,

rich with the fruit of swings.

Disappear for hours on end,

cousins and new friends and dogs romp

around rich grass,

tumbledown outbuildings.

 

Mature trees

look down fondly

from their great height upon

another generation

of wet footprints on their forest floor.

 

I look out of the window,

feel time loosening its grip.

An ending line

curves into a circle.

 

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meshed.

Today, my children inhabit part of my history.

 

Today

my story and memories

will become

their story, their memories.

A house, a garden, a cocooned day:

as children, as adults.

 

Across the lawn,

straggled out in age order,

the three year old last in his yellow wellies.

 

After him,

I can almost see another figure.

A girl treads lightly,

the last full head of dandelion clock gripped gently in her hand.

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3 thoughts on “#atinylife Friends that are Family

  1. And so, I see them too – blurred with other visions stretching back into time. Even from the time I saw the dandelion clock clasped in my small fingers, pursed lips blowing gently.

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