No time today. I mean, seriously, no time. I’m going to savor the time with my Dad today while we make the rounds to two doctors and while I set a trap for that pesky mouse. Then, while my good husband loads firewood, I am going to clean and do laundry and make cornbread for Dad’s refrigerator. I’m going to look at that sore toe and talk with him about things you need to talk to a ninety-two-year old about. Then I am going to head home and get the cabin ready for some favorite people who are headed our way.
So, today, here’s a poem from the archives. It was written when our daughter, Hannah, left for college, about 8 years ago. It was written in the planner we left on her desk in her new dorm room.
Sad day. But we are glad she left us. If she had never gone, she could not have brought back our Ben and EZRA! We love you more than ever, Boo!
Forgive Me
(or “Goodbye to Hannah”)
Forgive me if I’m just a little bit sad.
I really shouldn’t be.
This is what we raised you for.
Today we set you free.
Forgive me when I shed a tear
As I walk out that door.
Tearful prayers have brought you here,
So I may cry once more.
Forgive me if I worry
When I crawl in bed at night.
Forgive the calls and emails
Just to make sure you’re alright.
If you ever want to phone me
Even if it’s late at night;
Or if you need a place to come
Where we’ve left on the light…
If you need my arms, a home-cooked meal,
Or a weekend shopping buddy,
A proofreader, dress mender, washer or maid
Or just a quiet place to study…
Home is open…even on Sundays.
We do laundry, ironing and meals.
We still change oil and gas up your car.
We’ll wash it and balance your wheels.
It’s amazing how we spent the past 7000 nights
Trying to get you quiet and in bed.
And now that your bedroom is silent and dark.
We wish it was noisy instead.
Funny how we tired of that telephone ringing.
You constantly tied up our line.
But, honey, if you need to tie it up now.
I think it will probably be fine
So don’t hesitate if you need us.
We’re available 24/7.
And telling our story and your bedtime prayer
Is still closest in this life to heaven.
Mom
Cindy Colley
