06-5-2008
Strolling in the Woods of Innocence
By RenaeTime runs away peering from behind the trees. I dash to catch it, but my yearning is mocked. The imp remains out of reach.
Stand still you slipping seconds. My cherubs are dancing like butterflies around my feet. Their laughter bounces off the mossy, gnarled oaks and drops as hidden flower buds. May the fragrant blooms refuse to shatter while the dusky eyes taunt me from the thick branch dangling over their heads.
Oblivious to my ache, the fairies continue to twirl in the bliss of childhood.My brave boy glances up. He aims his arrow and the mysterious gnome disappears yet again. The young man is becoming aware of the passing moons. His questions are unearthed roots crawling with life and set free for discovery.
He is the lookout for the tea parties spread on the stumps in the clearing. I wish he would join the frolic, but the invitation chokes. I glimpse the wink of time. My growing elf is exploring the forest searching for the path he will travel.
Time skips continually luring my children. They cannot resist the pull. That is as nature intended, yet these woods of innocence are precious to me. I step softly gazing at every flower knowing there are fingerprints on the petals. Every one is a gift to a mother who never imagined a heart could be so full.
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