She listened intently and watched every move as she drifted silently Around the room speaking in whispers, as her breath was shallow. Her response to me was with a kiss, this gracious, elderly, willowy miss. I offered the prayer that her life would be easier, And only contentment and happy thoughts would please her. That her lungs would be clear and her family surround her And that her life would be full of good memories around her. Serenity I drink in the pleasures of a bathing bird Defiant and vulnerable upon the ground.
Feathers spread as waters wash to naked flesh.
Plump are those who feast here And slow to wing their flight to air. And so might they. Paradise has many names, Home is but one. Joyce M. Reed, Gelhaus. All rights reserved.