Some say we remember remembering;
memory being so elusive it is easy to forget.
I want to remember the current collection
of events, emotions, accidents, transactions,
coincidences and especially the moment I
wrapped my daughters in my arms
the last time we were all together.
Perhaps not the moment itself. Instead,
the sense of my arms around their
shoulders, the smiles and familiar
chatter of sisters, the play of light
creating shadows of ourselves
on the ground, the wishes
for wellness until next we see
each other, not knowing our
numbers would never
be the same.
A Thread You Follow 