sweetbriarpoet
Flower Fortune- Sweetbriar: Poetry and fragrance.
children I turned away from you by accident,
brushing away your fingertips,
your hand sitting in mid-air
as if I hadn't been there at all.
I'm sorry for not being here; in fact, I've been secretly dying inside, not being able to write since my last blog. I haven't just not written here, I haven't written anywhere--something which is against everything I've ever learned. However since last Friday, I haven't been able to sleep, eat, or read.
I'll catch up in parts, mainly because so many things have happened since the last time I blogged, that I couldn't possibly be literary about them, if I wanted to get everything down in one go.
It all started that Friday, when Louise and Reggie flew into the airport. Harry got off work long enough to greet them; we went together, taking Virginia with us. (By the way, she turned five months on the 30th. My children are growing like crazy!). Harry and I waited at their terminal, and Harry pointed out the planes to Virginia. He was distant from me, since we hadn't talked for the longest time. I think we both knew we'd have to have a serious conversation at some point, but later on during the week. When the plane landed, he took my hand and squeezed it. "They'll help you with the kids," he said quietly to me, but I knew what he meant was they'd just help me in general.
The reunion between all of us was exactly how I had imagined it. My first image of them is Reggie's puppy-dog smile, and Louise's straight-backed dignity. I almost cried tears of joy to know they hadn't changed. "Oh Paige," Louise said as she grabbed my face, "you look so young." (called it!) "Not so young, not so young," Reggie whispered to me, kissing me on both cheeks. He laughed and pet Ginny's head, "Look at her, Louise! Look at this one! How old are we? Not dead yet? It's amazing!" He laughed and took Harry's free hand. "And our son-a doctor." "Almost, Dad," Harry says, though I can see he's proud. "Doctor and author, Reggie," Louise corrects, and she takes Ginny away from Harry. To my surprise, Virginia doesn't even whine, but smiles at Reggie's twinkling eyes (just like St. Nicolas, I tell Oliver later.)
When we got home, Rev and Trinity were waiting outside, though Trinity was hiding behind him. She doesn't like meeting new people, especially ones associated with our family (probably for good reason). He, Louise, and Reggie hugged and laughed, and Reggie almost cried when he saw Trinity. "I'm telling you, puppet," he said to her when she had finally gotten used to him. "I feel older and older as I see you children." He promised her ice cream later if she'd read him a story. She giggled and nodded. I never saw her so friendly.
When the two of them entered the house, there was a panic in which all of the remaining children rushed to the door. Oliver lagged behind his brothers and sister a bit, but still was curious about the situation. Reggie laughed until tears came out of his eyes. He pet each one on the head, kissed, them picked them up and yelled over the general commotion. Good Lord, Louise chuckled to me. You have quite a lot on your hands. I couldn't help but cry tears of joy. My family was finally together.
After about an hour of asking the usual questions and getting them settled in to the "magic room," Louise insisted on going to the grocery store and cooking dinner. Reggie sat on the floor with the children, playing with them, and listening to them all talk about their favorite toys. Harry pulled smiled at them, and pulled me into our bedroom. Away from all the commotion. He brushed hair out of my face. Glad they're back, Paige? he asked me. I nodded, but suddenly became incredibly sad. But I'm more glad you're back I answered. Please don't leave now, your mother won't like it. Harry laughed softly, and hugged me. You won't like it, you mean, he said, kissing the top of my head. Don't forget that I love you, Paige, he said. Don't ever forget it okay? I'll be back for the twins' party tomorrow, and we'll spend time together, and have a great ol' birthday for them. I miss you all so much, but I have to just get through this. We have to get through it okay? Do you understand? I understand, I said, and pulled away from him, slamming the door as I walked back out into the living room.
Reggie gave me a smile. "He'll be back tomorrow, Pidgeon, don't you worry."
I picked up Gabe and held him in my lap. Louise, Reggie, Rev, and the children and I spent the rest of the night together.
When you miss someone, it hurts to think that they might not
be missing you, as well.
brushing away your fingertips,
your hand sitting in mid-air
as if I hadn't been there at all.
I'm sorry for not being here; in fact, I've been secretly dying inside, not being able to write since my last blog. I haven't just not written here, I haven't written anywhere--something which is against everything I've ever learned. However since last Friday, I haven't been able to sleep, eat, or read.
I'll catch up in parts, mainly because so many things have happened since the last time I blogged, that I couldn't possibly be literary about them, if I wanted to get everything down in one go.
It all started that Friday, when Louise and Reggie flew into the airport. Harry got off work long enough to greet them; we went together, taking Virginia with us. (By the way, she turned five months on the 30th. My children are growing like crazy!). Harry and I waited at their terminal, and Harry pointed out the planes to Virginia. He was distant from me, since we hadn't talked for the longest time. I think we both knew we'd have to have a serious conversation at some point, but later on during the week. When the plane landed, he took my hand and squeezed it. "They'll help you with the kids," he said quietly to me, but I knew what he meant was they'd just help me in general.
The reunion between all of us was exactly how I had imagined it. My first image of them is Reggie's puppy-dog smile, and Louise's straight-backed dignity. I almost cried tears of joy to know they hadn't changed. "Oh Paige," Louise said as she grabbed my face, "you look so young." (called it!) "Not so young, not so young," Reggie whispered to me, kissing me on both cheeks. He laughed and pet Ginny's head, "Look at her, Louise! Look at this one! How old are we? Not dead yet? It's amazing!" He laughed and took Harry's free hand. "And our son-a doctor." "Almost, Dad," Harry says, though I can see he's proud. "Doctor and author, Reggie," Louise corrects, and she takes Ginny away from Harry. To my surprise, Virginia doesn't even whine, but smiles at Reggie's twinkling eyes (just like St. Nicolas, I tell Oliver later.)
When we got home, Rev and Trinity were waiting outside, though Trinity was hiding behind him. She doesn't like meeting new people, especially ones associated with our family (probably for good reason). He, Louise, and Reggie hugged and laughed, and Reggie almost cried when he saw Trinity. "I'm telling you, puppet," he said to her when she had finally gotten used to him. "I feel older and older as I see you children." He promised her ice cream later if she'd read him a story. She giggled and nodded. I never saw her so friendly.
When the two of them entered the house, there was a panic in which all of the remaining children rushed to the door. Oliver lagged behind his brothers and sister a bit, but still was curious about the situation. Reggie laughed until tears came out of his eyes. He pet each one on the head, kissed, them picked them up and yelled over the general commotion. Good Lord, Louise chuckled to me. You have quite a lot on your hands. I couldn't help but cry tears of joy. My family was finally together.
After about an hour of asking the usual questions and getting them settled in to the "magic room," Louise insisted on going to the grocery store and cooking dinner. Reggie sat on the floor with the children, playing with them, and listening to them all talk about their favorite toys. Harry pulled smiled at them, and pulled me into our bedroom. Away from all the commotion. He brushed hair out of my face. Glad they're back, Paige? he asked me. I nodded, but suddenly became incredibly sad. But I'm more glad you're back I answered. Please don't leave now, your mother won't like it. Harry laughed softly, and hugged me. You won't like it, you mean, he said, kissing the top of my head. Don't forget that I love you, Paige, he said. Don't ever forget it okay? I'll be back for the twins' party tomorrow, and we'll spend time together, and have a great ol' birthday for them. I miss you all so much, but I have to just get through this. We have to get through it okay? Do you understand? I understand, I said, and pulled away from him, slamming the door as I walked back out into the living room.
Reggie gave me a smile. "He'll be back tomorrow, Pidgeon, don't you worry."
I picked up Gabe and held him in my lap. Louise, Reggie, Rev, and the children and I spent the rest of the night together.
When you miss someone, it hurts to think that they might not
be missing you, as well.
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