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A Butterfly Brings My Mother Home

Feeling the sun-warmed cement on my bare feet, I stand on the front steps of my father's home. I watch as my husband drives the car carrying our children out of the drive and into the flow of traffic. The longing to be going with them swells in my breast. They are heading to our home. There are tasks for me to do here. I welcome a time to be alone with my thoughts and churning emotions. The warm July day flirts with my desire to lie in the sun beside the sparkling water of the backyard pool. My sense of responsibility wins out. I enter the house that I have had as a safe haven for all of my thirty eight years. There have been tears and sorrows here but also great joy.

Saturday, July 10, 2010