The stifling heat of summer broke suddenly this week.
We breathe in cool air like fresh life.
We spend an afternoon at the park, and I have energy for
swing-pushing and chasing. I run until my legs shake, and they all keep running
as I sit. I am old enough to have to
catch my breath, but at least I am young enough to run with them at all.
The breeze cools me quickly, and even after my exercise,
I welcome the mild warmth of the sun. My seat on the sidewalk is warm and
pleasant, and soon sitting turns to lying, and I sprawl my old/young body flat
on the sidewalk.
The sun shines on all of me.
The sun shines on all of me.
Soon I am spotted by little boys fighting, all of them
right, all of them needing my defense.
In the middle of their grievances they stop, seeing me sprawled on the sidewalk.
In the middle of their grievances they stop, seeing me sprawled on the sidewalk.
This is an odd place for a mother, I think they think.
With smiles they sprawl beside
me. The sun melts away their complaints for a moment.
Cement makes a lousy pillow, but boy heads find homes on my belly.
Three heads on the soft belly stretched for them and by them.
The sun warms us all, and as we watch clouds, I feel the lovely weight of life pressing down on my body and heart.
Three heads on the soft belly stretched for them and by them.
The sun warms us all, and as we watch clouds, I feel the lovely weight of life pressing down on my body and heart.
