we stood with cowbells clanging
at Mile 13 of the half marathon,
waiting for Aunt Rosie and Haji to stride into view.
The sun came out in all her glory,
streaking gold and red through your hair,
as you clung to Momo's shoulder
while the racers passed you by.
Everyone you saw today
had two voices in their heads.
One voice said stop
and one voice said go.
At Mile 13 of a half marathon,
the go voices were louder.
The go voices were stronger.
The go voices have won.
And there in the crowd,
in an electric green shirt,
Aunt Rosie appeared,
with her friend by her side.
Later that morning, she would recall,
how the course was tough,
how she told him to go on without her,
how he stayed by her side.
Sweet Will, you are two miles into
a very long race.
In the marathon called life,
the stop and go voices will never go away.
In celebration of Mile Marker 2,
I wish for the go voice to win and the race to be long.
For the courage to keep going
when the stop voice gets louder.
When the finish line approaches
and you reflect on every mile,
may the people you told to press on
hold your hand to the end.
Sweet Will, this race is tough,
but look over there behind the orange plastic gate!
There we are, with cowbells in hand,
clanging the stop right out of your head.
Press on, sweet baby, there are miles ahead.
You have air in your lungs and sun in your hair,
and a dance in your step that will carry you far.
May this always be so...may you always say go.
|Will, Aunt Rosie, and Haji at the finish line, May 3rd, 2015|