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)