There comes a time when a girl realizes she doesn’t know anything. For me, there have been four women who have spoken life to me at those times, and, humanly speaking, they deserve the credit for my “keepin-goin”.
To Mama, May May, Granny, and Nanny:
Remind me again that I’ll miss the noise
When my children are grown into women and men
And tell me I’ll wish for the clamoring pleas
And the screams and the sighs when it’s quiet then.
Remind me again that the time’s flying fast
And my children will never be this age again.
And tell me again just to do the next thing
Even when it would seem that the world’s caving in.
Remind me again that a nap’s not a shame
And a date with my husband’s more tonic than game.
And tell me that Jesus is counting each sock that
I’ve folded or stuffed in my stuffed mismatch box.
Remind me again that you walked in these shoes
That these moments are golden, and to treasure each day.
And I’ll pray, as I listen, that my love mirrors yours
As you tell me again my reward will be great.