Friday, November 8, 2019

Dusty Contrails

Dusty Contrails

Dirt road's dusty contrail hangs in the air
memories drift of thirty years together
smells of grit of fighting for us over time
tastes of talc sticky upon palette
drink of the union of us

Now our children leave dust hanging
as release them from the home
watching as they leave
anticipating when they return
blessing their coming and goings

Each time they venture further
plying the seas of life
joy in their thriving
sorrow in them letting go

Soon we are back to just us
new memories to create
remembering when love was young
once again igniting a new flame
where we left off to raise a family

Time to press into what's been put aside
rediscover who we are
giving you the honor you deserve
tending to our union
after all these years you are still the one

#highplainspoet, #westernnebraskathoughtsandlife, family, seasons, love, father, parent

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