The leaves lush and green still cling fast to their woody homes not yet ready to release their juicy hold and launch into the unknown.

They ask me how I’m doing these days and weeks after he left for the last time, shed his last tear, gave his last hug, took his last breath …

She would stand at the rail each time we left thin arms raised to blow kisses that followed us home and we thought we had more time.

Today I sit in uneasy peace, willing to move from my lookout by the window, glad the clear wall is there to shield me.

Carol Mathew-Rogers is an artist, writer and life-long animal lover. She is the Executive Director of the educational nonprofit The Creative Edge: The Way of the Arts where she facilitates personal growth and exploration through creativity in individuals and groups. She creates an atmosphere where curiosity and mindfulness are encouraged and actively promotes artistic play. […]