I thought of you today, memories popping like sweet apple blossom buds in early spring, an infant, tiny body asleep upon my chest, little heart beating softly against my own. Arms gently curved around you, we rocked as one, surrendering to the gentle rhythms of the chair; wrapped tightly in a cocoon of love, time at once ceased and ceaseless.
Observing from afar, physical proximity prohibiting a “day by day”, your childhood, like newspaper clippings from a favorite periodical, dotted the landscape of an imaginary pegboard, a life story in the making. Each successive year lined your pockets with dream seeds, maturity marking time before finding fertile soil upon which to sow them, waiting for the right moment.
Kindred spirits, bond forged in a love stronger than death, I will be there always. Amidst joy and struggle, heartache and triumph, arms gently curved, eternal harbor of refuge, one heart to another.