Every day

Some things come and go in our lives, but children are not one of them.

Even though my children are grown up and have children of their own, I think about them every day.

Even though I have nothing to say about what they do, or where they do it, I think about them every day.

Even though I can do nothing to change their circumstances, I think about them every day.

The love that let them go out into the world still keeps a slim invisible tether that ties them to my heart.