Forgetting this time
When I was so much younger, I wrote all the time. Youth fills you with passion and the feeling of 'yearning'. However, I have learned that as I've grown older, there isn't as much of a need to write down your thoughts and feelings. There seems to be a sense of contentment the older you get. It is for me anyway.
I see the need and the passion arise in my daughter, I see the restlessness set in and I know there isn't much I can do to ease her yearning but to keep her patient and certain of her path. No more I can do for her. As she is a teenager, my stories are running their course with her and she thinks she has heard them all, but I know she still misses their points when told. All I can do is shake my head.
The seasons keep changing and I'm still here and stay the course, no longer waiting for something in which I have forgotten long ago, but waiting now to see how the story ends with her leaving and me being alone again. I'm talking about the 3 years I have left of my beloved daughter still under foot. As the school year ends and another is gettng prepared, my countdown begins. I don't know if I can handle her leaving bravely at all. What then will there be for me to do?
Small things I think of ....little yet to be's that begin to weigh on my mind and all I can do is watch them unfold before my eyes.
I do believe the great depression I've been putting off for quite some time, will come into my soul and grab hold of my heart and never let go when this shoe does indeed drop.
I see the need and the passion arise in my daughter, I see the restlessness set in and I know there isn't much I can do to ease her yearning but to keep her patient and certain of her path. No more I can do for her. As she is a teenager, my stories are running their course with her and she thinks she has heard them all, but I know she still misses their points when told. All I can do is shake my head.
The seasons keep changing and I'm still here and stay the course, no longer waiting for something in which I have forgotten long ago, but waiting now to see how the story ends with her leaving and me being alone again. I'm talking about the 3 years I have left of my beloved daughter still under foot. As the school year ends and another is gettng prepared, my countdown begins. I don't know if I can handle her leaving bravely at all. What then will there be for me to do?
Small things I think of ....little yet to be's that begin to weigh on my mind and all I can do is watch them unfold before my eyes.
I do believe the great depression I've been putting off for quite some time, will come into my soul and grab hold of my heart and never let go when this shoe does indeed drop.