Sorry for the rushing
the ‘hurry up’ and ‘get it done’.
I’m sorry for the crazy days that led
to crazy nights.
I apologize for take out food
and cereal in the car,
for piles of snack bags that served as lunch and dinner, and maybe even snack.
Your childhood is fleeting,
disappearing before our eyes.
We both must learn to slow it down,
to take our time to learn to fly.
We must remember, to see the butterflies that stop to sip the nectar.
We must slow down our hummingbird wings
and rest our hearts, for just a bit.
The sun is warm, the sky is blue.
We can soar, and dip, and flip,
with joy and shear elation.
we must learn to fly.