Little girls dancing with sparklers
imitating fireflies in the night
while little boys played with lighters
impersonating men in charged
as they launch colors to the sky.
I recall my own children
playing together not long ago
in our yard.
Memories fly out of me like rockets
shooting to the evening sky.
I look out to the mountains.
This corner of the world
called for me,
allowing a safe place for growth and celebration.
I hear country music playing in the distance,
the earth welcoming the lighted sky art,
and strangers gathering as one
in awed of the show.
I am growing in grace.
It’s been a while,
perhaps several lives,
but I am here in humbleness
dancing to the music of children
running around the lake.
A man sits behind me
snoring softly to the buzzing of mosquitoes,
slapping arms and legs,
joining the smell of bug repellent, smoke, and sweat.
I have made it home.
Not quite what I imagined,
much better than my dreams,
I smile as I touch my new skin
remembering the old one
that never quite fit me.
My sons and daughters not all here,
yet I know they have their own lives,
their own celebrations.
This is now my time
to grow and be a child.
I am the sparkle and the rockets
that shoot light to the moon…
I am my own fourth of July.
12 thoughts on “Growing in Grace”
I love it!
Tom, thank you. Hope you have a wonderful holiday.
You too. Live it up! Love and light, Margarita.
Beautifully written…a great reminder to celebrate life and ourselves! It’s liberating!
Thank you so much. So happy you enjoyed it. Hope you had a wonderful holiday.
Such great imagery and description~
You are very kind. Thank you.
Oh, oh, oh, love it!:)
Missing your daily words. When will you share once more???
Perfect and timely read for me. What a great capture and picture of you and of life as we grow.
4 years…lovely moment then and still holds true. Timeless. Poetry at its best.