The plans changed.
We adapted.
That’s life.
Six became four,
then five,
by technology.
Presence begat
seven.
Two absent by
choice,
circumstance.
Seven embraced nine,
then many.
Growing conversation
included the world,
its entirety,
its meaning,
purpose,
subterfuge,
conspiracies
and realities.
And realities of conspiracies.
Gallons of humour.
Tears
of laughter
and understanding.
Hugs and kisses of short farewells
and longer journeys.
Dismissives of maternal worry
enclosed in comprehensive travelogues.
Tickles of
tender teasing,
rude, graphic, enacted
diffusion.
Undiluted,
concentrated
love.
My family.
More growth.
And so it goes.
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