posting a day late.
Frantic Friday with playdate and cleaning and errands and groceries
climaxed in happy site of Foley grandparents’ car gingerly
creeping down mountain driveway.
All joy burst out in every corner and loud young
voices shout to be heard
and packages, parcels, boxes and bags filled spaces
everywhere. Built up-like the joy
Taco Salad times 2 and fishsticks
and french fries and pizza and popcorn
and london broil and birthday cake
and blueberry cake and salad and potatoes
and who can forget the famed pancakes, bacon,
and eggs? Coffee and Tea. Tea hot and tea cold.
Hot walk on Greenway and Fun at the Factory.
Long talks and Late nights
and dinner just for two.
Twisty crawl up tall mountain
complete with “hitch”-hiker, little unmannerly
dog, and misty mountain views.
Impulsive hike down root-steeped trail
and Little Boy- he tries so hard, he tries
and falls, he tries and fails. It won’t be long…
It won’t be long Little Boy- til you too-
will run with the Tall ones and the Big ones,
and the Fleet ones.
We light candles and sing birthday songs.
Share stories and see pictures.
We “boomwhack” to the best…the sad best
of our ability. Enough to add laughs
and fun memories of Little Girl with
hair flying out in the wind as she
jumped and whacked “boom” on that stick
and Strong 7 hit left, right, left- no right, no left
never did get that whack down.
And mom and dad sang and Grandad-
he conducted. We tried and we laughed.
We say goodbye in the dark.
Rain Day greets Exit of Foleys
in dark and somehow it feels
a little like a blur
a dark blur at the end of
a weekend crammed full.
Wind rushes down and rain washes clean
and tears fall down, too.
But all is well- comfort’s felt.
It won’t be long, it won’t be long
til us Borgers- in our heavy-laden
caravan of overstuffed venture and
trailer behind pull tired
full to overflowing up
perfect paved road
and fall out