POETRY
Those Precious Moments Tucked in Our Memories
Triggers and flashbacks that shape the lives we have lived
This morning, preparing a packed lunch
for my son heading out on a school trip,
it brought flashbacks of times gone by.
At nine, he is the youngest of my three.
Memories of end-of-the-day lunchbox-opening,
to find unwanted crusts of sandwiches and browning banana skins.
My middle girl, notorious for taking just one bite of sandwich,
two of apple,
yet the chocolate bar would be all gone.
She got her nutrition at home instead.
Other precious memories flash by.
Of swimming; swishing my boy through water from only nine-weeks-old;
Underwater at twelve-weeks-old.
Smiles, gurgles and bubble-blowing,
As I floated him around the pool in those delicious baby days.
Of biking; mastering the balance bike, and
riding a two-wheel pedal bike for the first time.
The elation on their faces as they filled with self-empowered independence.
