At two, she clings fast
And then she is twenty-two,
calling once a week.
One for the Road
We’re pulling away
Laden with baggage and snacks
heading for elsewhere
While I Try to Work
The man next to me
thumps the bench and sings along
then reads this and leaves
Thankfully, I outgrew my fear of escalators, because I had to ride them endlessly to entertain my small children on rainy days.
I still a harbor a garden variety of phobias, however:
Awkward phone calls
Small, enclosed spaces
Teratoma with teeth, or hair, or partially formed limbs, for that matter
I don’t spend much time thinking about any of the above, though.
Lately, my biggest fears–and hopes–are for my children and what may lie ahead for them.
It’s a big, crazy, amazing world.
Posted for today’s Daily Prompt–a strange topic for Thanksgiving.