Two hawks circle above the trees. Their wings extend across the cloudless sky.
Beneath the trees, children are playing. My girls are among them: two blonde heads in a sea of glittering black ones. They run across the grass and their braids fly out behind them. Foreign words tumble from their lips; words they've just learned; words that soon will be forgotten: chotto matte, kudasai.
I slip my hands in my pockets and turn my head to watch them.
It's lovely watching them grow isn't it? A gift. One day, you'll turn around and they'll be all grown up, driving, graduating from H.S., College, bringing home The Boy- the one that lights up their whole face. And you'll know them because you knew them in your heart before they knew who they were. And you'll not know them because they are grown and no longer give you all the things they once did. But they will still have your heart.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, your description of the girls playing and Danette's comment on it are both very touching.
ReplyDeleteLovely scene you've painted here. and a true one! wow!
ReplyDeleteGoodness, your words and that first comment are lovely Emily.
ReplyDeleteAw. That's beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for checking out my blog!
You have a new follower in me :)
Beautiful words. The hawks seem to be a symbol for something slightly sinister. I think as parents, we're always watching for danger from close and afar.
ReplyDeletethanks for stopping by my blog. It is great to meet you.. I loved your writing of this post.. I also loved your post below of the cake.. Yummy Birthday.. Have a great Sunday..
ReplyDeleteThose are the moments you love being a mom :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery! I can just picture it. What a neat opportunity to see so many places in the world. :)
ReplyDeletePoetry - your words are pure poetry! What a picture you painted!
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful scene! :)
ReplyDeleteI can picture the scene, and it is glorious!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece of writing, Emily. I especially love the image of two blond heads in a "sea of glittering black ones". Glad to hear the girls are jumping in, picking up the language and adapting.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing, keep writing, keep writing. I love seeing how your work is evolving, hearing your voice get stronger, and seeing the world through your words.
A blissful day to be remembered...
ReplyDeleteI love how you paint a picture Emily....thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteBest,
Tina
Gorgeous. You really paint pictures with your words.
ReplyDeleteOh this is not the post I have just read in google reader which I was going to comment on! Oh well never mind I was just going to say I loved the post and the fact that as a family you are living Life as an Adventure. Have a wonderful Christmas.
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