When I Was Twenty Eight
Dearest daughter, when I was twenty eight,
I didn't know who I was.
I had not set a value for my own time,
in my mind.
I had only a glimpse of how I wished life would be,
for me.
Less drama, more joy.
Have more fun, be less annoyed.
Just didn't value who I was.
Then my thirties came banging on my door.
I had chosen the family thing and you were one of my precious discoveries.
Precious distraction, as we grew together, we brought me to these days.
I am so grateful.
Sometimes, I hear my tones in your quiet ways.
It's a comfort to think I might still ground you.
I do so love to be around you.
I value you.
I value you.
I value you.
There, the power of three.
Pause for the feeling, so mote it be.
When we are together a constant is renewed.
I watch you calm as the aura settles around us.
Makes me calm and we begin.
I am so grateful.
I fall into step as you create and play and savor the memories.
Like delicately filtered stars, from other night skies.
It's a family role that suits you.
Such beauty in those eyes.
Sometimes,
I think you are looking for the places you still fit.
You still fit.
You always will fit.
That's the beauty of us.
Without us, all the rest just doesn't work right,
does it.
Nancy McEldowney
2011
