Abandoned Orbs Astray

[A prospective retrospection]

Padding down the wooden rails,
adrift impatient distance.
I lay and linger upon the cadence,
‘neath the soothing darkness blanket.
Somnolent bridle tightly clinched,
I plead for longer peace.
Yet giggle piercing light invades
the slumber that I seek.
Tiny fingers tug away,
my heart cannot wander.
So I stumble by his side,
the world so full of wonder.

Bounding down the rise
in carefulness surrender.
I strain my ear against the thunder,
my heart on quest asunder.
Grinning hopeful expectation
draws my spirit nigh.
Medium fingers coax me out
beneath the great blue sky.
Joyous orbs back and forth,
deep breaths drawn inside.
Old bones groan but friendship berths
a youthful ride on high.

Silent halls now stir my restless ache,
longing for the thunder
of his feet that jarred me wake.
I sit beneath the pale blue sky,
abandoned orbs astray,
reflecting on the dreaded bye
large fingers bid today.
Reminiscing tiny hands,
catcher mitts and smiles;
thanking God for time He gave
with His adopted child.

Wondering if I hugged enough,
prayed and praised him high?
Or was I questing meaningless,
seeking joy outside?
Was time well spent while in my care?
Was I attentive to his pleas?
Did I slow to muss his hair?
Did I play gleefully?

Silhouettes slip along
the silent halls tonight.
I glance to glimpse the glimmer soul,
our joy who shines so bright.
Yet wooden rails are dim within,
for laughter’s lullaby.
But by the silent Spirit wind,
the house I think might cry.

Longing for his tight embrace,
my wife and I in hand,
sit softly in the silent grace,
thankful he’s a man.