These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Transitions

This life is made of bridging times
through which we're ne'er the same.
The quarantine has given limes
without much sweet to tame.

And now it's time for fixing wings
to my young one, who must fly.
Her wings look like some shocks and springs,
with mounted wheels so nigh.

This summertime we learn to drive
to safe explore our world.
The Win-Win helps all drivers thrive
with a flag of Joy, unfurled.

One day she'll leave in the car alone
and I'll be left to wait,
and pray before the Father's Throne,
that she'll return not late.

Each schooling year just lopes away
as Childhood's counting down.
Please, help me cherish ev'ry day,
'til I see her cap and gown.

Another gown will fill the stage,
and some blest church's aisle
to start a new life and start a new page
as two now wear the smile.

A cooing boy will fill her heart.
They'll nuggle ev'ry day,
until it's time for school to start,
begin his steps away.

Some year I'll see her come to drive
her father to the store
for spinach and some oil and chives,
a meal and maybe more.

She'll walk with me to greater heights
to store my wisdom thoughts
to bless our days and grace our nights
for Christ, the Lord, Who bought

Salvation rich, Salvation free,
Salvation life for aye,
that we would live together for He
throughout the eternal Day.

by Jay O'Toole
on May 18th, 2020