The Progression of Wheels

I’m a little late to our Fairy Blog Mother’s party, but who can resist Rochelle’s invitation with Ted Strutz’s picture on the front? I will be in and out of FF world for a while. I’ve been teaching aerobics at the local Y which is closing at the end of January. In order to continue teaching the ladies I’ve fallen in love with, I must take an online class then a big test. I only say big because it’s been ages since I’ve been tested for anything but getting through life without hurting myself. AS always, thanks for reading my work.

Twin boys rest beside my bed in wheeled bassinets.
My heart breaks with joy.

Three-year-old boys clatter through the house on miniature plastic trucks.
I pray for ten minutes of silence.

Seven-year-olds rumble across the kitchen on roller skates
while singing, “Wheels go round-and-round.”
I roar with anger.

Seventeen-year-olds arrive home with fast cars.
I worry.

Twenty-one, my boys ride down the tarmac in a military plane
headed for God knows where.
I weep until my chest hurts.

At twenty-three my boys return in twin caskets
draped in American flags wheeled down the tarmac in the rain.
My heart breaks again.

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