#OctPoWriMo: Oct 29-31
OctPoWriMo #29: Laugh Lines
Hills and valleys converge
and take shape along
the soft silky brown texture
of your landscape.
It is with these features
that you reveal your wisdom
like the natural and carefully
designed rings of a tree.
I see evidence of the joy
you shared for decades
painted on your face
and catch your infectious laughter.
You, and your laugh lines,
are a beautiful example
of the gradual and graceful
progression towards sapience.
OctPoWriMo #30: Sweet Tea
A cool and soothing glass of heaven
sloshing in a tall glass cup.
You tell me that where you’re from
a pitcher full of this on a porch
was all anyone needed.
It was a link to the past,
a connection to the future,
and it quenched
wandering mid-day thoughts.
It was medicine,
and it was a form of entertainment
and squeezing the fruits of our labor in
with our boiled brew.
OctPoWriMo #31: Rich
You were never the type of grandmother
who would give us expensive presents.
Your house was modest in size,
but your heart was more than enough.
You may not have always had a lot of money,
but you were richer than the Rockefeller’s
when it came love, not wealth or fame.
No six-figures, not fancy cars,
No mounds of gold antiques.
I was taught invaluable knowledge,
and I learned about from your
exponential spreading of kindness.
You never traded stock or bonds,
but you invested your life to loving all people.