And, somehow, just like that, summer slides into early fall. Capris are morphing into jeans as are tanks into sleeved tops. Boots peek from below, covering those tanned toes. Happy, laughing, fun, sunny images of summer flash across my Facebook.
My children…. my children’s children, my camp children, my niece’s children have filled my soul to overflowing. I reveled the days long with their sturdy brown bodies running the grass bare on my lawn. Sweating joy, hair sticking up all a mess, screaming and giggling they have branded their muddy-faced memories into my own. Echoes and echoes that cause this heart to ache and rejoice all the same. For who can bear without a smile the sound of children gathered and deeply engaged in play of the imagination.

I hope when I’m old, with only memories to entertain, I hope I still can see those beautiful little princesses galloping towards me, pretty ponies rearing regally, those sweet maidens begging me to ride with them. I pray those fierce pirates will sail their mighty ships into my room, somersaulting with glee and challenging me to a rowdy sword fight upon my bed. I know those memories will swing me so high I will touch the sky and rock me so gently I will never want to awaken.

As fall creeps into my life, ending one more sunny season, I sadly put away these new precious memories and say good bye to my summer children. Maybe my senior years will find me with grown cowboys, pirates, princesses and maidens who come to call in person and to sip on teas as we revel an afternoon or two together in summer time memories. With a tug of my heart and a tear in my eye, I move on to new challenges and new beginnings. I will miss my life as it has been these last few years. I will miss the children who gave their summers to me. Good bye fair maidens and mischievous little men, follow your imaginations, be true and brave and let not a soul dampen your dreams.

~Sara Jane Rauch~ 08/20/2018



2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mo
    Aug 21, 2018 @ 08:32:35

    I love this so much Sara…you pulled me in to walk down your path of memories. So much love here! You are blessed to walk a path where you can smell the flowers along the way. Keep writing.


  2. nancybuening
    Aug 21, 2018 @ 10:36:47

    Sara I have always enjoyed your writings. I hope one day I will be reading a book that you had published. I will miss your Facebook post of your experiences with the summer camp kids. Please consider the book you are one talented lady. Take the advice you have given to the children to heart because there is a writer inside you that is ready to be unleashed!! (Last sentence of your post) Love you my friend!!!


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