poem for oldest daughter

Distance

Distance does separate.

My heart aches to come visit,

Sit down, have a cup of coffee,

In your kitchen,

Talk as we go to the grocery store,

Which is when we truly share,

But there are 4 states

And 800 miles

Between us,

The sun rises here

36 minutes

Before it reaches you,

Your computer, depending on your paycheck,

May be on, or off,

And we do not do well on phones.

But there is no Winter where we are,

And Spring begins in February,

I have not scraped ice off the windshield of my car

Or felt my fingers go numb with cold

In three Decembers now,

There is something to be said for that.

And so we remain, alone, apart,

While grandsons grow up into men,

I am not there for “Grandma’s Day”

And we miss every game of their soccer season,

Life is always bittersweet,

Joy always comes mixed with tears,

We must gather the strength that lies within,

Trust in the Wisdom that brought us here,

Trust in the love that connects our hearts

In spite of anything.

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