through grey-drenched and stretched out Pennsylvania skies
reminding that though I can’t see completely
through the thickness the sun is still there.
There are no tugs on my legs from little arms and legs,
no voices screeching for mommy, ricocheting through the hallways
but the swelling of my heart pumping in my chest
reminds me that those little fingers
yet grip-hold me from three states away.
Though I am among
wisdom and grace
surrounded by talent and well-deep love
I am reminded
through the locking of eyes
with tears slightly brimming
and softly spoken heart cries
uttered in quiet moments
and the slow nodding of heads
when words have failed to adequately express that
there is more than what meets the eye
and comes spilling out in streaks
beneath grey-drenched and stretched Pennsylvania skies.