Farewell

My youngest starts school tomorrow, I'm filled with a mixture of emotions..... Come September with the warmth of canicular days to wrap tiny, burnished body still sea-salty. Empty grains hidden in sandals. Touch ridges of shell secreted in pocket a souvenir of the last summer of freedom before big school starts. Anxious, bittersweet watershed reached. As I cut the cord, reins, strings; we say farewell to babyhood.