This morning we went swimming. There's a park,
About a half an hour's drive away.
Tonight the kids are with their mom. This stark,
Contrasting state between the night and day
With kids we make to go and come and stay
Would put a thousand miles in the way
Between a morning's swimming at the lake,
And now. Like jet lag, and as hard to shake.
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Contrasting state between the night and day
With kids we make to go and come and stay
Would put a thousand miles in the way
Between a morning's swimming at the lake"
*sigh* oh you
is a baptism
So few words hold so much meaning._r
Thank you all so much for coming by so faithfully the last couple of weeks, patiently (and generously) leaving your comments, while I failed to respond to a single one. I have been so 24/7 with the kids, that it was all I could do nightly to write a post, and fall into bed.
Vacation with the kids was wonderful, and I always forget what it’s going to be like when, after I’ve had them with me for a couple of weeks, they just up and vanish. Being able to write about this nightly, and then wake up to your thoughtful observations – whether you quote a favorite line in the poem, or simply express empathy – has helped me to make softer landings, these last six months, than was possible before.
It’s hard to say, and I think this is true for many on OS, what is most helpful here: the opportunity to write away demons; the opportunity to be read and commented; or the opportunity to write and work on that craft alone. They are all three of them both cake, and icing. It is my great pleasure to be here, and to have your thoughts and responses to my posts.
Thank you all, as always, for coming by.