This month,
I expected
To be wrapping up the semester
To be visiting, eating out,
Time filled with friends, relatives,
To be planning an epic trip,
I had not expected
To be away from
Loved ones, friends, stores
Loved ones, friends, stores
For 7 weeks with no end in sight.
To be reminded while watching the news
Of the daily death counts
Like during the Vietnam War.
Like during the Vietnam War.
To miss my littlest one's first steps
Along with her first trip around the yard.
To have a prescription delivered
When I could easily walk/drive to CVS.
To find X and Y shaped sticks,
On a walk with a PreK.
This month,
I have learned
To accept.
5 comments:
So much to learn to accept. It's tough. Thanks for writing about it.
Right there w/ you. Missing a little one’s firsts must surely be the most painful of the many missed moments. Every day brings a new horror. 😔
Some days acceptance comes easier than others. But missing the littles is one of the hardest things. They change so quickly.
What a fantastic way to capture so many big feelings in a small canister. Yes, it is the accepting that is important. I"m glad to see you are still writing. :)
Ruth
The expectations and losses are so specific and vivid. Your ending is beautiful, and also poignant next to all the details of what you've missed.
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