I am going to turn 39 before the year is out.
But she was never able to buy me a bike as a kid, and I mentioned to her I was looking at buying a bike but it seemed like a lot of money, and she said to buy it and she'd send me a check.
"Making up for lost time?" I quipped.
She quoted me the Bible.
Joel 2:25. "And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten."
She quotes the Bible to me a lot, and always has, and I'll admit sometimes it's tiresome, but something about this was sweet. That such an obscure-seeming scripture was at the ready, that she had this assurance that it was not too late to do for her very grown-up kid what she couldn't do when I was little, that broken hearts can be mended while they still beat.
That's what I got out of it, anyway. Well, that and a bike.
Poem for Cyclical Time (See What I Did There)
Time gives more chances,
More a circle than a line,
Cycles round again.
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| I kind of want a tiny license plate for it that says EAT MY DUST, LOCUSTS or something ridiculous. |
