Empty Nest

The gift of children is most ironic.

I am given two precious daughters whom I both held close to my breath upon birth.

I witnessed their first straddle, their indescribable syntax, their insatiable thirst for play.

They'd ride my back as I turn horse.

I was crossfit gym for them to hang.

My old Raleigh was locomotive express around the block.

Laughter and snot were constantly served á la carte.

I made up songs to enliven their treks to boring practice hikes.

I was school bus driver.

I was driving instructor.

Just to name a few ....

then one day the playground is without a noise.

You wish for just one more day of blissful frolic.