Army Mom’s Safe Haven

Christina

Christina with her Father, Robert, and Mother, Ruth
Christina with her Father, Robert, and Mother, Ruth

Parental Shadows
PARENTAL SHADOWS

Memories of my parents
Shadow me –
Follow me through the day,
And into the quiet of the night.
They appear again
At first light,
and
I feel them close
When I am lost or sad –
I hear them laugh
When I am feeling light and glad –
Mom and Dad.

I know they keep watch now,
As they did, then.
They were the constants of my life
Among the busy world of men.

Both long gone,
I would have them back
For a short time –
A space of time long enough
For me and mine
To thank them for their love,
Their care –
For always being there.

I would mend the rifts
That occasionally occurred,
When one or another of us
Spoke a hurtful word;
the words we say and can’t take back
that turn a golden day
to black.

I’d give a final hug,
And understand it was the last.
One more smile, one tear
Before consigning them
to the Past.

Oh, those so dear.
I’ve let them go.
And now, I sustain myself
with the hope
That perhaps they Knew
As parents surely do –
That whether the words
are spoken frequently, or not:
Your children love you.

Where on the sundial’s
face are you?
Slowly and steadily
the shadows creep--

While the shadows of
our parents
watch us
while we sleep.