(for Mom)
Let her become salt water
rushing over sand, pulling, pushing,
energetic earth shaper, sculptor,
and let her heart take one great
last leap as the big ah-ha! seizes her,
the I-get-it moment, she who
dipped our baby feet in the sea,
who held us as we learned to trust
and float, who said Swim! and we did.
Let it come quick, like the brown
fox, the one that reliably jumped over
the lazy dog again and again
in typing class. Then let her climb onto
her big-tire’d blue bike with a good
book in the basket, and shove off
into the breeze of mystery,
pedaling hard, grinning as she
heads into what comes next.
Güd wrtr 
OH Jan……For this we pray. Such love….
Thank you so much, Susie! I appreciate your prayers and love.
Love,
Jan
Such beautiful imagery! I pray she will ride gently but enthusiastically off into the Next…
Sending love and hugs
Thank you so much, Kara. I deeply appreciate your good thoughts and prayers and kind words.
Love,
Jan