holding on to april
because in april i never dreamed that the baby could be away from me for 3.whole.nights.
but for a child. who is most often confined to a home in the city. pavement. sidewalks. lights and lots of cars. the beckoning prairie is too loud to ignore.
the special rocks. the weapons. wildflowers. food cooked over a campfire. the smell of smoke in your hair. and the chance to wear moccasins instead of shoes.
oh, yes. they are having a grand ol’ time without me.
and they are in good hands.
well, this quiet may evening is over. the house is picked up. my husband snores softly. and i sit here alone. too tired to do any sewing now. feeling like i’ve misplaced something.
like 4 children….
i never got around to them.
i figured it’d be better that the 4 children came home to a clean. organized. house. and a rested mama rather than new slipcovers.
maybe some other day.