The tears are for her,
The end of an era.
She was the last link,
Keeping me close to my grandmother.
Walking into the house,
It’s a time capsule.
A place filled with Peter Pan magic,
Where you found your child self again.
A safe place full of unconditional love,
Reassuring in its never changing face.
And her chair still sits waiting,
Like she’s just in the other room,
One of the crafty hens had hidden her eggs in the barn. I found a tiny chick this morning.
Even though it was snowing, this tiny spark of life is hope of spring.
She walks ahead of me,
Taking her own path.
All I can think,
Is how little time we get to have them,
Close beside us.
Eventually they head out into the world,
To find their own place.
But no matter where they go,
I’ll love them unconditionally,
Until I am no more.
Autumn according to 8yr old wild animal (after watching leaves dancing down the road as we drove).
I wrap I love you,
Round their shoulders,
Before I let them out into the world.