Last night we picked blackberries
You and I
Growing at the path-side
Where we have walked together so many times
Sometimes in chatter
Sometimes in silence
Sometimes feeling the sharpness of feelings like brambles that have cut our skin
And other times rejoicing in the sheer beauty of it all.
I was taken back to eighteen years ago
And that harvest.
I picked and you grew
A few short weeks away from emerging
Back when I throbbed with anticipation
Desperate to meet you
And little knowing
How much you would transform my life and evoke in me a love, a joy and a pride
As we surveyed the harvest of plump, shiny, bitter-sweet berries
I felt the full weight of what comes next.
We stand on the verge
Of you emerging into the next phase
And me staying
My heart can hardly bear it
And I want to hold you back
Keep you in my arms
And protect you from whatever monsters and ogres may be out there.
But I also know
My beautiful, brave, blackberry baby
Are ready to go
Into that world of infinite possibilities
Where the love of others will keep you safe
While mine waits there on the path
For the next time we walk together.