Gathering Days

Off they go gathering days in their pockets like so many found items, dandelion wands and stones that make magic, fallen leaves from trees and shells that could be from another world altogether.

But now it’s days that blend into each other like magic that can’t be undone … and as you kiss your son goodbye one morning you find that he is almost as tall as you, and your daughter has begun to borrow your clothes, and the youngest (who has always asked so many questions) now asks ones you have no answer for.

As they head out the door for another school day you want to tell them everything they will ever need to know (if only you knew it), so you kiss them back (and for the one not so much into affection, you simply say “I love you” and “Have a good day”) as you watch them head out to gather another day, hoping they will tuck it as tightly into their pockets as you do.