My second installment of poems for OctPoWriMo 2019.
I’m participating in the month-long poetry writing challenge. Here’s what I have for the first week. #OctPoWriMo | Oct 1st – Oct 4th
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.
And then it happened without warning.
Many of those same kids
now in high school or off to college
don’t come by your house anymore.
They no longer call on the phone.
glide past sounds from our television.
As you sit down and hold my hand
you unravel decades of history.
Another friend has died today.
You make the trek to show support
and say your last goodbyes.
I never see you cry.
You know that they are safe
in a place without pain or suffering.
There’s a secret sea of green
flooding a room in your home.
Where leaves sprout and stretch
their limbs in every direction.
Brick by brick you built your own house with your hands,
and beyond plaster and wood you built a home.
You once resided
in the heart of the goddess
of fruitful abundance.
A house nestled
the thinning orchards
that bore life.
Green thumbs and calloused hands turn dirt into a bed of flowers.
I watch you casually sprinkle life into a seed and watch it grow.
Mother to children and mother nature you share nothing but love.
I pray that one day my hands will too learn some of what you know.