47

Four pounding heartbeats and laughter much too loud, tucked away in a corner, remembering, they anchor me. Never realizing how close I am to joining her. Time stops and wounds close as the clock ticks on 46.

“My Dear, you are here. Welcome, welcome. However did you arrive with such grace?” So quietly and sweetly you settle about me. Bringing a sparkle to the morning and a melody to the day, such companionship and warmth.

Wonder. The heart of a child. Magic. The feeling of youth. Love. The gift of age. 47. And I am left with a chance. A moment. To love them all. To live. And learn. To feel. And grow. To listen. And speak. To experience the light of day and the wind of time on my face. Breathing. While she rides the clouds and circles the moon.