The echoes of childhood laughter bounce off quiet walls
Clutter of left behind bags, books and toys are mute.
Those vibrant beings are off now, into their lives, launched by two decades
of love, wounds, healing, nurturing guidance, constant disagreements and care.
Both part of me for a short time, expelled into the light and air.
“Mommy don’t ever leave me” the little one used to say.
I smiled and knew that she would leave me first.
Tamara Mendelson
