Week 11 of "The Public Domain Poetry Project," using the 11th line of Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem "Travel": "Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take."
Love this! My mother use to tell me to go live somewhere interesting so she could come visit. But I think she was happy when I eventually came home again. I'm a big believer in the importance of adventures.
Thank you, Tara! One of my sisters has been working overseas for many years, and my mom has ended up traveling the world to visit her. It’s pretty amazing.
Oh I like where you took this prompt. My oldest is almost 19 and still living at home and trying to figure out what she wants to do. But I know it's inevitable that she will want to spread her wings and fly eventually. It's bittersweet to contemplate.
I’m glad my oldest two have taken a slower approach to what’s next. Partly because they are still close; partly because it’s been cool to see them figuring out what they do (and don’t) want to do for the next phase of life.
Thank you, Kym. It just doesn’t seem like that long ago that this same daughter was two years old, walking confidently around our church, greeting people with “Happy Easterd!” several months after Easter had passed 😁.
This is so beautiful and so moving ! The beginning of a new journey - for you and your family !!
Thank you, Susan! It’s early days, but I’m exited to see where she might end up 💛.
Love this! My mother use to tell me to go live somewhere interesting so she could come visit. But I think she was happy when I eventually came home again. I'm a big believer in the importance of adventures.
Thank you, Tara! One of my sisters has been working overseas for many years, and my mom has ended up traveling the world to visit her. It’s pretty amazing.
A beautiful take on the prompt, Margaret Ann.
Thank you, Treasa. I loved writing this one.
Oh I like where you took this prompt. My oldest is almost 19 and still living at home and trying to figure out what she wants to do. But I know it's inevitable that she will want to spread her wings and fly eventually. It's bittersweet to contemplate.
I’m glad my oldest two have taken a slower approach to what’s next. Partly because they are still close; partly because it’s been cool to see them figuring out what they do (and don’t) want to do for the next phase of life.
Felt every word of this
Thank you for reading it, Caroline 💛.
Oh the ache of watching your children growing up! I can only imagine, for now, but I know the time flies. This was beautiful!
Thank you, Kym. It just doesn’t seem like that long ago that this same daughter was two years old, walking confidently around our church, greeting people with “Happy Easterd!” several months after Easter had passed 😁.
This is really beautiful!
Thank you so much, Tristan! And thank you for the restack 💛.
Strong ending, Margaret Ann!
Thank you, Peter! This poem is so special to me.
You’re welcome.
Oh mamma, this is beautiful :)
Thank you so much, Fotini 💛. She’s a wonderful girl and I love writing about her (thankfully she doesn’t mind!).
Love, love, love....that's what you give so generously to all that know you.
Oh, Mom 😊. Thank you.