Summer

* written by our "niece" following the first day of school.

I am managing to make it through the summer so far.

Watching small people start school for the first time; I am pulled back into the memories of times gone..... Childhood, children and dreams.

Repeat punishment

I went back for another visit.

I used the concern I had for my friend as the focus.

If given the choice I would have stayed away a little longer.

The little one was unwrapped this time...the long and grabbing arms and legs made him real. Flesh and blood, breath and scent.

I cried myself to sleep that night, wondering why I, we didn't get that chance in life. I guess we got a chance, it was just never meant to be filled.

I went to the garden in hopes to mend myself.

Sometimes the quiet, warm wind and insects bring me peace when my heart is so upturned.