Guarding the bridge from a distance,
I think of other distances: the one
between childhood’s incalculable reach
and the shock of a finite life,
between turning years and suddenly
I think of my grown daughters;
how gamely they walked toward
the light of their own lives,
how remarkable they are without me.
A world away the thread between us
still gently vibrating with their soft
chatter, their softer breathing –
sweet dreams my loves,
all gaps are closed,
all guardians are at their posts.
(photo credit – Ralph Wessman)