The world is too wet to play outside.
They don’t seem to mind and neither do I.
It goes so fast they say, but stubborn old me,
I’m not ready to concede, not yet.
Oh, I know it’s true.
In the time it took me to snap a photo
upload it to my computer
and type a few words in the blank space
they’ve already moved on
to bigger and better basements.
I was sad they were gone.
But then, just as I thought it was all over
the little one returns
“Mama”, he says, climbing into my lap
I welcome the child, picking him up
holding him close
and for a wrinkle in time
the world is just right.