Search This Blog

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: The Fragility Of Mobility






When she was a baby, she didn't walk
She went straight into a run
No hesitation
Just pulled herself up, pushed our hands away, and zoom
She was the toddler at the beach
Who ran into the waves
Always ready to go, this one
Now she's met the milestone
And the license is in her hand
The world is out there
As she pulls out of the driveway
I try hard not to think
That it won't be long before she's truly gone
Wind in her hair
Eyes firmly forward
As she goes
There ought to be a word
For a certain grieving joy

1 comment: