All the urgency of her life builds in the
quiet energy before a storm comes
and the dog roams, agitated and aimless.
Breathing is hard and small moments
start to ache when the clouds break
and black rain pours down cold.
This girl curled on my chest in the early days,
when I was certain, before our hands released
and she began praying for me before bed.
Of course I knew I wouldn’t forever stir
her chocolate milk and watch her stretch
on tiptoe for her pancakes and syrup.
Still, the backs of her knees seem too new
as she walks ahead, her life calling out
in the same way she once cried for me.
4 thoughts on “The Urgency of Her Life”
So thought provoking to read your blog, Kellye, or maybe yet, heart provoking. I love your choice of words, esp.: “I knew I wouldn’t forever stir her chocolate milk or watch her stretch on tiptoe…” I’m now revisiting these memories & seeing the same played out with my grandchildren. What blessings God provides through our children. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks, Judy! Blessings!
I love that picture…I would recognize her anywhere. This is beautiful and made me all teary. You have done a wonderful job and guiding her. Be proud.