part 3 of 3
In my eyes, it almost
seems like a lifetime away,
Though the tales extend
beyond my generation and then some,
A flood of memories
flash me back to the start of my time.
Like the dust clouds left
behind driving dirt roads to our cottage
Much remains a blur of
nostalgia, some clear as yesterday,
Over the hill, a few
driveways in, stands a part of my life.
Summer breaks and
random days are my earliest memories,
Then as years passed
by, it became at most a week in transit,
Sadly, my career robbed
me of extended summer visits.
Early on, I looked
forward to returning every summer,
Even when summer days
were longer and hours were shorter,
Making rounds to spend
time with my blood and chosen family.
Several years passed
since the transfer of the caretakers took place,
Leaving a lifetime of
memories and a part of their soul,
Its what made our lives
just all that richer than many others.
Keys to being caretaker
ended, with no formal farewell,
Entrusting the new
caretakers will create their memories,
Allowing them time to
navigate and learn their own pathway.
I heard faint voices become clearer conversations quickly,
Finally, our paths crossed with introductions and happy tears.
Engaged in chatter, like lifelong friends separated for years,
Taking time to let the senses absorb the reality,
I allowed my emotions to take over not common sense.
My memories of my childhood always bring me back here,
Even returning now, as a middle-aged man, nothing’s changed,
Appearing time stood still, yet, something seems to have changed today.
With every step taken and each word said, Dad’s presence was felt,
As Mom and I walked around the cottage and the property,
Yielding time for us to both have closure with one last good-bye.
1 comment:
Very meaningful and a lovely setting.
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