a prayer for my sons
Now you grow, tall and lithe, silken sun kissed elves. Giggling in sprinklers rainbows and thick squishy mud. One so solid, the weight of the world on your broad shoulders, your brother a light fae full of mischief.
May you both find grace in your hearts, and might I find grace too. The nights ahead seem long but will be passed soon, the days too short and your laughter so sweet.
Laugh with me often, both of you, I entreat you. Grow tall and supple and bend with the wind and keep your roots firmly planted. Kiss me. Hold me close. Let me hold you.
Goodbye baby, I grieve you. Grow up both of you into the fine people I see in your hearts already. Full of love. My love. Our love. Your love.
I grieve.