23.8.13

...on the swing

i once, today, listened in on a bit of a conversation.  verbally one sided but definitely understood by both parties.  the days of summer are coming to a close around those parts. 80s this weekend.  but paris all week next week.  rummaging, escaping, but yet discovery awaits.  maybe youve been there before, maybe you never will, but alas, real life, truth, and honesty were pouring from babys breath and fathers encouragement.  today was final and descriptions are always better felt.  with texted photos from a long lost lover.  then sounds from a baby turning...  a few descriptive words of dreams and wishes to a hidden conversation between father and daughter.  a daughter turning ever so quickly from baby to toddler.  i never knew the difference.  with feverish pride, stuck somewhere in my throat, the sheer beauty of what new life is like finds itself dangling in front of me, so reachingly close yet so unbelievably unobtainable due to current day situations.  i want to have a million of your babies and more have been said.  im going one way and youve gone another.  if you could stay, not here, but here...


for julie, jay, and maeve croft, for cassandra, from me.

2 comments:

WhitelinePsycho said...

"not here, but here", brilliant.

Maeve Rudgers Croft said...

thank you sir. we love you.