Earlier this month I experienced mounting anxiety as my youngest approached graduation; but not because he wasn’t ready.
It was me.
I’ve devoted a lifetime to children, and not just the past 21 years to my boys and their school; but the decade before that to the children in my classroom, and even the decades before that, to my seven younger siblings.
Underneath the separation anxiety is
and underneath that,
a deeper truth:
I AM READY!
I’ve been ready.
But the readiness doesn’t diminish the loss.
Where there once was Everything.
My baby will leave the hill that shaped our lives together,
and head to town,
to the high school,
where his father teaches.
How do I feel?
That’s what people ask, expecting
I barely slept.
I tossed and turned and fretted.
It may have been the champagne,
but I kept thinking of bubbles
and all things
Finally, my mind settled in on
and then to a single
and the way,
as she lightens