One day the wind changes
And a new nanny blows in from the north
A young lady who is on her own journey
But your four-year-old self has no concept of any of that
She is a magical lovely being
With bright curly hair
And a big smile
She makes everything fun
Your very own Mary Poppins
She is even English!
And she becomes a part of your life. Your family. Your world.
Eventually, the wind changes
As it must and always will
And your very own Mary Poppins
Heads off again for more adventures of her own
Over the years you all keep in touch
Until it grows sporadic
Life just happens
You go to school
Parents separate
You go to high school and university
And travel
And write
And everybody goes about their days filled with breakfasts, and lunches, and dinners
And the small things we don’t think about
That mark and pass each day
Until over twenty years have passed
And you’re a year off from thirty
And out of the blue
Your very own Mary Poppins writes to you through your website
And you discover she lives in Chicago!
You plan to meet up.
You’re nervous. Why?!
It has been close to twenty-five years since you’ve seen each other!
And you see her, and she’s still your nanny
She’s still magical and lovely
Still has the great big smile, though all her curls are gone
And she has children of her own
(The same age you were once upon a time!)
And even though all this time has passed
Even though all these lives have been lived in the intervening time
It’s just like being with family, with a very close aunt or big sister
She asks if you could stay in Chicago and become her nanny!
You wish you could. You really do.
You never want to leave!
But the wind has changed
And you’re headed off for adventures of your own
You give her a hug
And promise to return
That night, your heart is so full
You can’t even sleep.
It’s not memories, or even topics of conversation,
It’s this sense
That you’ve rediscovered who you are
Where you came from
And who was there
Who made you who you are
And that time and space
Can never separate kindred spirits
People who are supposed to be in our lives
And make it better
The end.
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