I tried to catch the wind one windy day. Though all encompassing, it passed my way. It blew beyond me to a hill? a tree? then up into the...

I've been through dolls and matchbox cars- a precious girl, a sporting boy, and sleepovers a thousand times; I called it stress - they jumped for joy. At first a bike and then a car; for each I wore my worry cap- the wondering and letting go... if only I'd have had a map. Her marriage here, his marriage there- a budding teen, one on the way. It's funny how the world goes 'round- how memories are made each day. It's all awash, but yet it's not, for now we have a frisky pom

These trees. A forest surrounds me. I am accustomed to growth. Striving. Nurturing. ~~~ I accept the boughs above me. There is...