Monday, November 14, 2011

She Is Here...For Now

I sit
in the mostly empty parking lot
in my hot stuffy car.

I flip
channels on the radio
trying to avoid commercials
and
find the music.

In my rear view mirror
I see her. 

My beautiful daughter. 

Long hair flying this way and that. 
She trots to the car.

Her overstuffed backpack
thumps
against her back. 

Thump.  Thump.  Thump. 

“Hi Mom!”
Her voice sparkles
as she plops into the seat next to me. 

I am grateful. 

She is safe. 

She is happy. 

She is mine. 

She is here. 

For now.

2 comments:

  1. Your girls are so lucky to have you for a mom. Thank you for this lovely poem.

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  2. Beautiful. Poignant. True.
    Thank you for posting this.

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