In the night I slept and listened still to my baby breathing across the room.
My baby is grown now – a woman, yet I still listen with a maternal half ear, for a hitch or a broken breath. Still ready with a mother’s fight.
With dawn another day and another plane of the air beckons, turning our heads, so up we get and goodbye to each others corporal lives again for another while. Caught smiles and wishful promises. Held tears. Turning back to instagram and txt and whatsapp and all those phone family savers on our tiny smart devices in our fast moving old fashioned hands.
Already planning – next time.
it is 24F/-4C as I write at 6.30am in Chicago.
The forecast is – Windy. Cloudy skies will become partly cloudy this afternoon. High 48F. Winds SSW at 20 to 30 mph.