Mostly Pages Though

There was once upon a time…

The in between times, and we got through them by knowing soon we would once again be together again.

I was the hero.

I was the one they all ran to when I opened that door at the end of my shift.

Daddy’s home.

But they’re their own hero’s now.

Beaks to fill, and feathers to fluff.

I come and go, unseen.

But I’m not unseen.

Someone somewhere is happier because I stopped by, and we only parted – like when he left those woods –

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep, 

And miles to go before I sleep.

I am that safe place I always wanted to be.

Five little ones that will have to wait and see for now, while I’m off on my journey to pray. To pray for their hero to come home again.

I remember when my parents died. There was a surprising emotion in me. It made me realize – that emotion – that I’d fully meant to make it back for Easter Dinner, or was it Christmas? Because I never did.

Lonely whispers in this early April morning.

I’m glad to be here.

Faith keeps me here, the peace that comes from being in mourning for what’s been lost.