when my parents started spending winters out west
I knew they would not be coming back
not to us, their children
but they returned with gifts
each spring
honeycomb under glass
a small book of haiku
a silver barrette for my hair
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Mine went south to Florida--winters, then full time. No gifts to know you were thought of. Such precious treasures. Even the obligatory Christmas calls ceased over the years. They were busy with friends. Were back to their summer trailer park for a couple of months each summer. 35 years later--car accident, one gone, one injured. Family rallied round. The mother was surprised they wanted her back in Minnesota and still loved her. Blood is thick.
ReplyDeleteLoved this. :)
It sounds like yours made a somewhat stronger break than mine. What I appreciate is that they showed us how to live life more fully and the gifts were a reminder of that. I still have the book of haiku and the barrette, among a few other things.
DeleteYes, blood is thick. Amazingly so. :)
Thank you, Rita. I hope all is well with you.
My father died in 1960; my mother in 2001. They are still in my dreams, young and vigorous. I am glad they are there, but sometimes I have cross that amnestic edge of sleep/waking to the realization of their absence. Treasure the memories.
ReplyDeleteMy dreams of my parents are also of them at a younger age. I treasure them more as time goes by .... their gifts were many, both tangible and intangible. Thanks for commenting, Geo.
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