Once, as autumn was blowing away
on crunchy brown leaves,
and frost had appeared, taking the last asters,
I sat on my porch, shivering,
thinking how long it was until spring.
I longed for daffodils,
and warm breezes.
I looked deep inside and realized
that I longed for my past.
When my kids were little,
before I lost my son and health.
When my marriage made me smile.
When I was young.
Then two of my grandsons ran up the street.
They hugged me so tight,
“I love you, Beebee” they smiled.
And I smiled too.
I remembered my grandma used to say,
“We should never wish time away.”
She lived to be 96 years old.
She was so brave and so wise.
I smiled and hugged my grandsons,
and tried to appreciate the biting winds
yet to come before daffodils.