Into My World

I want to see you pull up just as the sun has fallen behind the hill. In that surreal moment that joins day to night. I sit barefoot on the porch, a mom, reveling in the peace of day’s end and the closeness it brings. You come to me. Your walk is a sigh, stepping yet floating, accompanied by an innocent smile and radiant eyes belonging only to me. Born because of me. You come to share my step, our step. A gesture so simple, so full of magic. There we sit, talking and laughing, as sounds of the neighborhood surround. Sounds of my home. You are glad to know them.