“There goes a deer!
And there’s her fawn!”
I exclaim.
Riding a twenty-mile range
With bike-a-thon bikers
from Cycles For Change
Just past Harriet Isle
A fawn and a doe
Bound beside us fast and high.
I remember…
Nature hikes with my son
Watching for deer
Till the day was done.
When I could be…
Earning a buck
Watching others’ sons.
Passing Fort Snelling
Red-winged Blackbirds chirr,
Black- Capped Chickadees sing.
I remember…
My son’s middle school trip;
Watching the soldiers, the doctor, the washer
And the blacksmith’s glowing iron strip
When I could be…
Teaching preschoolers
To read and write and zip.
As Ford Lock and Dam we pass
Our director shares bike shop trials
From college days so long ago passed.
I remember…
Our Saturdays with bikes to revamp
At Cycles for Change
To pay for Youth Group Camp.
When I could be…
Working at School Age Care
and then Iduhapi Camp.
Taking a break at Minnehaha Falls
A boy marvels with his Mom
At the wonder of it all.
I remember …
Swimming in the creek
When my son was three feet tall.
When I could be…
Selling women’s shoes
At the mega mall.
Back at home base
Old Fashioned Riverboats depart.
But for us …a barbecue awaits.
My son is working all day on a lake.
He calls me up
To say he’s doing great.
One course complete, I rest at ease.
For the greater,
My Heavenly Father is pleased.
Originally published in the October – November 2019 issue of the Corcoran news
