Raising ‘Em Up

Early on, one yearns for it ~

The chance to be alone,

Responsible

For only oneself.

Then, when opportunities arise

Enjoyment of separation?

Near impossible!

The invisible ties?

They bind.

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Slowly,

O’er years

A distance, comfortable, grows wider.

‘Out of sight,’ somewhat acceptable,

For a little while, at least.

But as a day wears on,

Heartstrings tug.

And reunion comforts, Strengthening the ties.

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Later,

Times apart expand

Enfolding days or even weeks.

But a sense of right is fragile

‘Til communion comes again,

The common threads more tightly knit, but subtly drape and flow.

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Ultimately,

Success.

Independence.

Directions deviate.

Occasional convergence, is the norm

And the brief little whiles seem right.

Days spent together bring joy.

Those invisible ties woven into a loving comfort-cloth,

Growing ever more precious over time.