trains
My son LB is just crazy about trains…he got this bug from his grandmother, my own Mom Ball, who is just about plumb loco about trains!
We can hear the train whistle blow late at night, & it reminds us of faraway places…travel…
Sometimes, I hop aboard this train of thought, & it carries me along…to new places…chug-a-chug-a…new faces…chug-a-chug-a…new spaces…chug-a-chug-a…
Maybe we can start fresh…chuga-chuga…start anew…chuggaa-chuggaa…see new sites…chuuuuuggggaaa-chuuuuggggaaaaa
Suddenly, my train derails…
I say to myself, “Clay Ball, get a grip! You just moved to a new planet, a new galaxy! What are you thinking!?!
Slowly… the train of apples starts to shuffle around…I hear them laughing softly…telling stories about family…home…our new friends, Tabasco, Big T & Little T, Lon the Elephant, Cap & Ami…The School of the Old Sister Oak…Shining Dove & Tessa…Mom Ball & Pop Ball, brothers, neices & nephews…new recipes to learn…a garden to plant…bees…mint…autumn…snow…spring…the beautiful Earth…and all its wonders…
The apples gather round…singing a lullaby…telling a joke or two…talking softly about the old times…
Slowing down…
Until they become Guardian Apples, watching our little home as we sleep…keeping us safe & contented here…
….this train of life….
….where we belong…
love,
Clay Ball
