A busy, lovely day here, full of lovely thoughts and things -- my birthday (and flowers from my eldest daughter and surprises from the others that still await me tonight), and spring weather (real spring weather, skin-warming sunshine), and looking ahead to the end of our school year -- to Betsy's graduation celebration, to a summer full of time to spend with Atticus. Pondering a year of changes ahead, too, as I will be left with only one child in our homeschool....
Atticus recently sent me this poem. I thought I had shared it here before, but I think I was remembering another lovely, throat-lump inducing poem. Atticus taught all three of our girls how to ride a bike, and Shearin is right. It does "not take long before" they leave us "standing in place."
A delicate and lovely poem, for a delicate and lovely time of life.
Teaching Mavis to Ride a Bike
by Faith Shearin
We practiced in Baltimore's alleys with her dress
tucked in so it would not catch in her wheels.
It was late summer and we waited until after supper
when the sun melts.
(Read the whole, short poem here, at The Writer's Almanac.)
The Poetry Friday round up is at Tabatha Yeatts: The Opposite of Indifference.