I’m at Catholic Lane again this week with a poem about rocking chairs, and little ones in it. And then suddenly, they aren’t anymore. I was thinking about this a little more after seeing pictures of one niece going to her high school homecoming (she’s a beauty) and another niece (she’s a cutie) celebrating a birthday and following in her big cousins’ footsteps. Sigh.
But it’s a sigh in a good way.
Anyway, here’s a little teaser for the poem…you can read it all here:
The rocking chair’s gentle embrace
Held you and me in its slow pace
Suspended, in both time and place.
As I, in quiet wonder, said a prayer.