Solid Banyan tree you stand Firmly rooted to sweet Earth Taste of sunshine lives in you Healing arms reach toward heaven Open wide...

Oh, the feeling of discomfort When your pantyhose roll down . . .! They start to slip and crawl and slide . . . All you can do is frown....

Time was I had you close by, day and night, awake and asleep. ~~~ Now you come for a few days, a week, and it’s so easy to accept your return, ~~~ like a familiar blanket to curl up under, so hard to accept the return of your absence after what is a mere moment in my heart. ~~~ I remember time was I thought you’d be mine forever in some way, distance be damned, then proceeded to teach you how to be your own. ~~~ Mother’s job done. I miss the blanket. ~Sara Sarn