My seven-year old grandson has been quiet,
so I ask, what’s wrong?
He says he doesn’t want to talk about it,
but I urge him to name what he is feeling,
expecting sad or mad,
but after a long pause he answers, longing.
You know. My cat, meaning the one that died.
For split seconds, he has seen him out of the corner of his eye.
He is decades ahead of me in his knowing
Love finds a way to rub up against our ache.
This says so much to me – and reminds me of our “naming conventions” for feelings when there are so many more hues…
Great. Awesome.
Couldn’t love it more .
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing ~ I read something tonight in an Osho piece about a child’s natural ability to stay in the present. We adults usually must make an effort to be in the now… , and we can learn so much from children..