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.
October 31, 2018
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.
October 29, 2018
glide past sounds from our television.
As you sit down and hold my hand
you unravel decades of history.
October 26, 2018
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.
October 24, 2018
There’s a secret sea of green
flooding a room in your home.
Where leaves sprout and stretch
their limbs in every direction.
October 22, 2018
Brick by brick you built your own house with your hands,
and beyond plaster and wood you built a home.
October 19, 2018
You once resided
in the heart of the goddess
of fruitful abundance.
A house nestled
the thinning orchards
that bore life.
October 15, 2018
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.
October 12, 2018
And as we all age
the new life shows signs
of thinking like you
when you were that age too.
You are the life blood.
The necessary pieces
that help us put together
who we are
and where we come from.
October 8, 2018
The mother of mothers,
The head of the family’s state,
You’re the first to tell
The last to judge
And the one who first set our fate.
October 5, 2018