September drifts closer with each hour.
Our days begin with a groan and kisses.
Lunch boxes packed,
love you's tossed over our shoulders out the door.
Carpool lines, calendar lists.
Crayons, composition books and
endless checks for an ever growing list of necessities.
Quite minutes to savor and empty hours to miss them.
Each year they grow, into young women, and up and away.
My heart beats heavy with both the joy and the sorrow.
And I hope their hearts can hear the words I don't always say,
Wishing them just enough pain to open them to the beauty of their lives.