Under the Clouds
The morning after my son’s graduation I noticed a small grey cloud floating somewhere above my left shoulder. Seasonal September blues? The last child all grown, yet barely grown?
Or none of these? Like the clouds my worries are more often there than not; both gather and clear to their own rhythms. But do not assume all worriers are pessimists; there are as many patches of blue as mighty storms.
In the garden, the first fat drops of rain. All futures are uncertain, all tracks unclear, sometimes in many places. My son will follow his own path whether I worry or not.
Miranda Lewis 2017
(Genre: Metaphorical memoir)
By the end of this week I will have attended a graduation, a funeral and a wedding celebration. Perhaps a little worrying and philosophical musing is understandable.
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Thanks as ever to our host Rochelle who rounds us all up and keeps us all going along that 100-word track of Friday Fiction and to Danny Boweman for the photo.
A privilege to read a loving mother’s thoughts as her youngest child graduates. May he always be under the clearest, the bluest skies.
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Thank you for your lovely comment!
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Eventually you just have to trust them and let them go. Well captured in the writing.
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We do, but not always easy to let go. Thanks Iain!
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Really captures the melancholy at the passage of time.
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Thank you!
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So much love in a mother’s concerns, but most people find a good path toward something new.
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I’m sure he will and it will be his own path.
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May you see more blue sky, we all need that.
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Thank you Michael.
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There is so much imagery and a gentle care that is pervasive. Very well done.
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What a lovely comment – thank you!
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I can feel with your narrator. Sometimes life seems like a conveyor belt that carries us along through changing scenes whether we want to go or not.
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I’m riding along that conveyor belt trying not to worry, or at least not worry about worrying!
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These are beautiful and wise thoughts. I don’t think a loving parent can ever stop worrying completely. The balance between worry and joy is there, though, and that’s most important, i think.
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Yes the worry is part of a wider whole. Thanks for your wise comments.
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Been there. Starting the cycle again with grandchildren. No important relationship is without its grey clouds.
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Hoping it will be easier if grandchildren come along! But life continues with its ups and downs I guess.
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A wonderful reflective piece of writing. Beautifully done.
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Thanks for your kind words.
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As I read this, I kept hearing Paul Heinerman’s “Across The Desert” going through my mind. Well done on bringing music into my head with words!
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A new one on me – I’ll look it up! Thanks Miles.
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