( Inspired by Susie M – a woman of Light)https://www.facebook.com/notes/innerdialects/warmed/538878616207723
6 am this morning, I remembered
my father in law’s palm in mine, old paper-thin
but fire eyes, such fire it warmed the
coffee, misted the earth
mountains we thought we would climb when he got better.
He never walked that tall again, except in the words we shared
among his terraced roses and Ma’s pepper onion stews..
the spirit of man does not live in Stones
I saw eternity in Pa’s face, and hers’..
the year after they both moved on, our first little girl was born.
she too has their fire eyes… their way with heart and words like
embers in the cold dark,
” Ma !” 6 am this morning, she reminds me of warmth,
of why cold must visit an earth, lest we forget
what warmth was…is.
I am a slow starter, am not up first to fix the coffee..
my beloved does that…
misting mountains we climb as we get better, walking tall
in spite of chills, among terraced prayers and dreams
gardens we grow thru such days of healing
of words we stew, unsung, unheard – never wasted
the spirit of us fires the dark, lest we forget,
who we are, why we are