Last night I dreamt that I was back home swinging on the faded red wood seat that my father constructed for us, for me ,when I was the first.
Anchored securely, I remember swinging solo.
I was back there last night…
swinging solo in slow motion…
aching to reach the top, to feel invincible again.
Pumping hard with muscle memories from my 11 year-old-self
pumping to be me again-
screaming: I MISS YOU!!!!
screaming back I hear: “I’m here, with you, Bonnie Shura, always!”
relaxing into my power, even if I can’t stay up there forever
coming back, down to earth, back down to my anchor…
deflating in silence,
breathing, breathing deeply
holding your voice inside me.
whispering,” I will love you always, Tuvia Rosenberg, no matter where you are.
Valentine’s Day is every day for us.”