She lives within her house most days,
closet door creaking
as she chooses which t-shirt to wear:
dancing dogs, fur-bearing beasts,
tigers and midnight moons.
She is old, wise, and sad,
having seen too much sorrow,
but has retained
a heart of innocence
that refuses to give up hope
that a hopeless species
will one day
awaken.
Light the lamp.
Hold it high.
A voice in the wind,
crying through the trees,
is singing a warning song
that only a few of us
can hear.
for Shay's Word List: Incidents Around the House. Note the absence of the second lamp. Sigh.
I am sorry she is sad - but am glad her home is safe and that she too is one who can hear the voice of the trees - Jae
ReplyDelete"she" sounds a whole lot like you, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Shay the "she" sounds like you. I'm between home and medical facility most of the time now. But I am grateful I have trees I can talk to.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry she's not walking! Because smoke? I hope she's back on her feet soon.
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"Light the lamp. Hold it high." I like that!
ReplyDeleteWe are all of us from the old days sadly wise it seems, and wondering who will come and take the lamp from our failing hands when the time comes. Love the touch of the t shirts, Sherry.
ReplyDelete“a heart of innocence / that refuses to give up hope” I don’t know about innocence, but you for sure have not given up hope. We read that in your poems every week.
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