He’s been in these new spaces and he’s slept
under this roof, called your name, sat in that chair,
handled utensils and fresh bread. He’s stepped
into the garden, the seafront, on the stairs.
No footprints though. And even though he’s left –
he’s made this into home. The soil, sea and air,
their gritty strangeness now easy to accept.
That’s how it’s happened, happens everywhere.
The places touched to home, the unknown stripped
in one instant remade and familiar,
strange flipped to comforting and you equipped
to deal with it. Because someone close and dear
for one brief moment has stood beside you here.
My son was here on a short visit, back in his campus now a gazillion miles away. I forget to panic 24/7 when I am in face-to-face mum mode. :)
I hope your loved ones are standing close to you, physically or metaphorically. Have a brilliant week ahead.