You count the years forward
I’ll count backward
We’ll meet in the middle
She tells me when I am too young to remember
But I remember
And here we are
The middle–our joint thirtieth year
Christened with wine and pizza and a movie
It’s a simple thing to ask for–time together
But, also, priceless
If I double my life, I see hers
And the wisdom she’s won
And the path she’s forged
And the example she’s set
So I steal her lipstick
And her sweaters
And wrap myself up in the security she gave me
That I am loved, always
That I will love her, always
If I double my life, I’d be so lucky
To do so with half of her grace
So sixty, or thirty, or timeless
May you always have the time
To laugh with me
To make plans
Or make cookies
To give unto to yourself
As much as you give to all of us
Here’s to meeting in the middle
With Love & Happy Birthday, Mom!
Natalie