Run to the mountain, the pond, to Walden: your blond hair swipes your brow; you're taller now, as we laugh and scoop sand-buckets for sand castles, and build a fort to be safe from the fast-swooping tide. Here we are safe, at Walden, a pond: no dark tide laps your dreams, engulfs our mountain landform of valleys, rivulets and moat. Run fast, fast before time steals, shifts in my mind's eye.
Run to the mountain, the pond, to Walden: years ago, we worked out our problems and crouched on too-tall legs as we laughed and scooped sand-buckets for sand castles, building dreams I worried might never be. Run fast, fast, fast before time steals, shifts again in my mind's eye.
Last year I let you go as a dandelion to the wind: a zillion, tiny follicles, hair-breath images of you I breathed to freedom, to your never-never land of college.
Run to the mountain, the pond, to Walden: come back now and run quickly, so very, very quickly on sturdy, strong legs that will crouch in the sand as we laugh and scoop sand-buckets for sand castles, before time steals again, shifts in my mind's eye: this time, it's childhood's last hurrah, and we cry one last time - before time becomes vapor, a memory of all we've lived through and disappears forever, wending upward into the night sky.
Copyright © 2007, 2008 Kathryn Esplin-Oleski
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Comments: 131
Time steals but it also gives back....
Thank you, Patti.
very nice.
JoAnne and JoAnn: thank you.
Sergey, thank you.
Dave, a bittersweet memory...
Ron: Thank you.
Thank you all.
It was a neat connection at a time a very harried mother and a too smart for his britches son were at swords point over most issues.
James: That is an amazing story. Thank you for shraring that.
Magi, thank you.
Jen: Yep, always babies...
I really must read more of your work...
Wiping away the tears, this is the 2d Annual Memorial Golf Tournament in honor of Steve. The fund grants scholarships to local students in need. I'm so proud of my younger son Ray for honoring his brother this way and all my family who helps in their ways. It will again be a blessed event.
Hold onto that boy when he comes home. I'm still thankful that my last few moments with my son were a hug, a quick kiss and an 'I love you".
Yes, it is good your last meeting with your son was with a hug, a kiss and "I love you.'
My heart does go out to you, Mary.
I think if you come back tomorrow this will be a different Today Cartoon.
Marge, Sharon, RLE, Anita...*very funny!
Ruthe, thank you.
Give a little boy a fishing rod and he becomes Capt Ahab.
A toy bow and he becomes Robin Hood.
A cardboard box and a helmet and he becomes Neil Armstrong.
Put him in a tie and he becomes president.
Give him new flashy sneakers and he's Jesse owens, Pele or Michael Jordan.
Tie a big towel around his neck and he's superman.
Let him into the pool and he's aquaman.
Place him on a Mattel Big Wheel and he's Richard Petty.
Aww and Awe; the magic of boyhood.
Thanks K-E-O
Thanks for stopping by, Erin.
Best,
Sandy
Jeane, thank you.
Thanks.