Tranquil kiss of sun upon cheeks
streaked with weary age
Memories pour like acid rain
Bittersweet sips of sticky faces
earnestly seeking a mother’s hug
Her heart swells and aches
sitting alone, the past an imaginary cell
I spent the weekend at a baseball field watching my youngest being coached by my middle son while my oldest did his own thing. In 14 days, I will be the Mom of a legal adult. I don’t feel old … only concerned if I was successful in this parenting thing. I tried to live in the moment this weekend but it is hard when flashes of the past mingle with glimpses of the future.