Here at the jagged edge of the nation I stand;
sand shifting beneath, sun swirling overhead.
Salty lipped and still,
like a lighthouse in my small family’s harbor.
Each boy-child sails out at dawn
farther and farther into the horizon,
bobbing, fishing, exploring the vast beyond,
climbing high up on the mast
seeking his own safe harbor.
Soon he will no longer need to return
to this familiar shore,
to anchor here at my barefeet
as dusk draws the shades on the day.
at least for now,
return they do,
on the crest of each new wave
sights set on my beaming gaze.
Yes, the light is on,
and I am here,
on the jagged edge
Misty, mother of three boys, wife of 15 years, and ever-learning Catholic, blogs at mistysmornings.blogspot.com .