Sunday, March 17, 2024

AN EMPTY FIRE PIT

 

In Florida oak leaves fall in March and as I was cleaning up our backyard

I paused a moment to sit…

to take a break and relax around our old and empty fire pit.


As I sat catching my breath…suddenly in my mind memories started to soar

and that fire pit, empty only a moment ago….was not empty any more.


I saw our children and grandchildren toasting marshmallows…eating s’mores

I saw them chasing fireflies, and listened to all the things in life they were wishing for.


I saw myself as a boy around a campfire toasting marshmallows…eating s’mores.

As I watched myself chasing fireflies I wondered…

what kind of things back then…I might have been wishing for.


But that was long ago…and over time my memories blur.

When I think back to those childhood wishes…I can’t remember what they were.

 

Watching a much younger me at a campfire with my family sitting around

I imagine, being young, my wishes were more superficial…less profound.


Or maybe, just maybe…if I could hear me…I would hear myself profess

how I wanted to be a kind and gentle person…how I wished for happiness.


Perhaps I wished for a family who loves me..

to say or do a few things that may never be forgotten…

for friends who make me smile…and for grandchildren to spoil rotten.


If I could travel back in time…if only for a moment or two

I’d go back and tell that younger me,

“Don’t worry, little me, someday…your wishes will come true.”


As I returned to my backyard duties…

as the latest flow of memories come to an end…

I had to smile…

knowing how a fire pit…

once it’s known love…

will never be totally empty again.


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