Intergenerational Circling

I knew that hiking with my mother
      Would be beautiful,
      Again.
Appreciate that it was.
My almost flooded socks and sandles,
Her injured tendon and hiking poles,
Intergenerational craft circles,
As legit as it gets,
Inspiring each other,
      Imperfectly.
I turned away to let tears
      Flow in the mossy forest –
Fullness, satisfaction.
Until it could be better.
The world could be better.
We could be better.
Appreciate the
      Fullness
      Of not enough.

It has been five minutes. Thank you ever so bever so much.