Chugging the last of his tea, Tom nodded
to Daisy,
"Thank you, truly for a lovely day, but
I fear I must get Sybbie to bed" he smiled
adoring his daughter who had fallen
asleep on the settee.
"Of course, good day Tom".
He genuinely smiled back full of warmth
as he bent down to pick up Sybbie, carefully
carrying her out of the house.
He decided to rest her across the back
seats of the motor and drive slowly,
constantly checking in his mirror that she
was ok.
The heat of the setting sun pounded above
his head, reminding him of the days of
wearing a hat to drive, it seemed like a
life time ago.
How could so much change in so little time?
Though he could have anyone available
to help him, he couldn't help succumbing
to the constant feeling of solitude that his
new life had twisted in to.
He had decided with himself to take every
day as it was given to him, he had no idea
what the future would hold but knew he
was unable to let go fully while here.
Letting go was the true reason he longed
for Ireland, the ability to have peace with
himself.
Checking back to his relaxed daughter,
peace was worth waiting for.