The sound of his giggle when I tickle him.
The sound of his "uh- oh" when he drops a toy.
Even the sound of the annoying toys that sing the same songs over and over.
The sound of his hitting my door wanting to come in for a visit.
The sound of his quick little steps up and down the hallway.
For tomorrow the rest of my household leaves. 5 days. 5 days I will be alone in the house.
5 days is a long time. 1 or 2 days is a little reprieve, a time to recharge and enjoy. But 5 days leans towards hermit-like tendencies, extreme loneliness, and "hearing" things.
So even now as I type these words, I hear his little "bark" and "howl" from the tub. I envision him pointing to the letter o and saying "oooohhhh" over and over.
These are the sounds I will have to carry with me over the next 5 days. They will keep me company. They will remind me. They will comfort me.
This is a very touching poem...I can feel the waiting begin. Jackie http://familytrove.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteI like the details captured with the sounds. Enjoy your time alone to recharge and pull out those sounds to cherish when you miss him.
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