Thursday, January 12, 2023

A Place In My Heart

This week our son Andrew arrived for a short visit. I tell myself, no matter how short, any visit from him is a treasure, as it also is for our oldest son and his family. 

I feel gratitude for the time they give us and understand their busy lives and know that this is part of the long goodbye. We feel less important. Their lives, families, and work takes precedence. 

I haven't been closely involved with our sons and their families for years, yet I miss them every time they leave. And look forward to the next visit.

I am proud of them.

Andrew is a composer. He gave me permission to share one of of his songs in this blog. I have included the link for it at the end of this message. Click on it or if that doesn't work, copy and paste the link into your browser to listen. As I was listening to his music, I jotted down these thoughts:


He sits across the table from me,
our son,
strumming his guitar.
creative genius
lost in his craft.

He sings,
unaware of the effect
of his music on me.

It touches my heart in ways
too deep to express.

We see him infrequently these days,
each time is a gift
beyond measure.

Sandy Mason

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