Waving to my son as he drives
out of the lane
with the first light in his blue eyes
on his blue Element,
and I am standing in the driveway saying good bye
with the mute gestures a heart makes,
signing love into a dusty air,
like I have done
so many times for sports or proms or college or trips,
but never for his last chemo treatment
he is going to in a city
an hour away,
no, never for this
as his hand and mine lift
with the wind in early spring,
light passing between them
over the distance
that has been red shifting
all along,
since the length
of the cord was cut
and we began
orbiting
one another
like bright specks
of old rocks;
a long unraveling, spinning
like wheels over the glinting
stars of stones,
sounding a rough song
against the cold panes of breezes
passing between us
like scarves of glass
until you are gone.
Oh Cynthia, this is so touching. My heart is moved. Continued prayers for you and your son.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anne for your prayers and concern. His cancer is in remission!!! Praise be to God! I am so grateful for your continued prayers...God Bless you and your family.
ReplyDeleteThis really grabbed me. I wish I could put that more eloquently, for that's a pitiful description of how it grabbed. You have such a gift... thank you for sharing it here.
ReplyDeleteThanks Nancy!! for your prayers and concern also. The Lord is always good.
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