I face

Home again.  The cat is happy.  We text and call back and forth with our daughter. Today we clean out and return the van to Enterprise.

I face

My daughter’s first days,

As I remember

My own:

The speed of new life

With new people,

New possibilities;

The draw

Of the old familiar,

The old comfortable shoes

In the closet,

The pile of kitchen floor tiles

On the back patio;

The tiles we now use

As a table,

Of sorts,

For garden tools.

These are her first days,

I remember my own:

The swiftness of new life;

The learning how to breathe

With new people,

New possibilities;

The draw

Of the old familiar.