Leaving from my driveway

Slowly.

Walking down the sidewalk.
Back up to the old house.

All the myriad of days packed into that car.
Leaving from my driveway.
Never leaving from my heart.

And I sit on the porch stoop.
Rocking in the sun. 
And I think back.  All the times.
Snapshots in my head.

All the myriad of days packed into that car.
Leaving from my driveway.
Never leaving from my heart.

Girl stuff.  And God stuff. 
And smoothies in the morning.
Lives intersecting; a mama and her girl.
In the reeling and in the quiet.

Words tumbling easy.

All the myriad of days packed into that car.
Leaving from my driveway.
Never leaving from my heart.

And regrets.  There are none.
Only time.  A little more.
To sit on the stoop. 
Count stars.  Catch frogs. 

And read our books.

But never in a thousand years.
When I held that baby in my arms.
Did I ever think.
I would get this old.

And she.

All the myriad of days packed into that car.
Leaving from my driveway.
Never leaving from my heart.

Ready now.  Fully launched.
A city waiting.  A job to do.
Though life is messy.  Hearts are torn.

My job is done.

I smile.

All the myriad of days packed into that car.
Leaving from my driveway.
Never leaving from my heart.