This is my midwinter melancholy muster…

I remember when…
One born…two born; short 3 months…three years apart…
Two little tykes…
Backyard – fresh tilled ground, sultry summer’s day, glazed in dirt from tip to toe, smiles from ear to ear…
Firstborn…first day of school, early morning, younger brother just as proud, lunch box in hand and a ‘let’s get the show on the road’ kind of anticipation,
Baby boy…back steps, diaper clad, whittled wood sword in hand, ready to conquer
And then,
Soccer games, youthful flames and on the go…
Young man with diploma in hand, graduation day…
Second son, diploma in hand, deja vu…
Proud pop, happy mom…
milestones…a day in the lives of…
Skinned knees, bruised egos, growing pains
Friendships, relationships, …
Much more…from then to
Now…
Men but boys, boys to men,
Once on my knee, now grown to be..
On their own but never alone,
A father’s care, a mother’s prayers…
One altar bound…
love to share…room to care…
and so it is…
another day will come…
the circle grows.
Wanita
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