Marie Smysor Watson
Compass Rose
Listen - I've got a bad case of the feels. Apparently it's not just a mom-thing, because the Dad's got it too. Lotsa changes in Casa Watson, all very good and necessary, but oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! - there are moments when I've been mightily wishing myself back to this moment in time. But like Stevie says: Time makes you bolder, even children get older and Kirk's getting older too... Anyway, it is truly like a landslide - an all of the sudden kind of thing, this growing up business - so enjoy every last bit of the madness, my friends!
Youngest got his license today, driving
Middle turned eighteen last month, thriving
Oldest is moving out a month hence, northbound
And me, homebound
I must close this dog-eared book, stand, and
Crack my spine
Stretch beyond physical limits
A human rubberband
Like that cartoon I watched when I was a sisterless girl
Fixed, stationary on the orange shag carpet
Ages before my calcifying bones were forced to soften
Liquify in stages, spreading evenly
to encompass every direction
even ones that must remain unmapped

My blonde babies circa 2008...
(your guess is as good as mine as to why they were all looking down!)