Of my flesh

Somewhere high over Spain, I catch sight of my boy from behind. A thought comes, unbidden, perfectly formed. "I will never again hold in my arms a new person who five minutes before was inside me".

My time of my children is racing by. One day soon, in the blink of a decade, the youngest will fly the nest.

I let these precious days pass by, with loving, impatience, hugs, annoyance, frustration. And yet, flesh of my flesh, right here. One, become two, and manifest in the world.

Self becoming other as it slowly moves away.