Fading light.

Summer fades-


that inevitable
dreaded
.. wane of
the warmth
and light you
revel in.
School comes-
A new flavor for her
your first, your Jellyfish
Her words come
she's a small person
her feet stomp where
before they patted down the sidewalk.
Small steps in to
independance
Your second, your Starfish
she's still there
patpatpat
mouth twisted in a cry
a favored cup missing again.
Small steps
each day
as you and
him, your feATHERs
fumbling towards
a middle ground
of healing
understanding.
Talk of a third.
Talk of leaving this
home.
Unrest, mental and physical.
Ever present worry
over grasping numbers.
Quiet delight in
patpatpat and
stomping.
Autumn will arrive soon
for once
my teeth feel..
ready.