many are grandmothers
in their view of the world
the nurturing and feeding of our souls
are among their accomplishments
their joy reflects
our own goals and dreams
even as their eyes cloud in
remembrances of days when
the sun shone on them alone
When promises were as sweet
as gardenias in the sun of July
and days unfolded like envelopes
Unanswered questions had no fear
nor loomed like low hanging fruit
Their patience with us, the aged children,
is endless like the stars in their faces
like the stars that they are.
Shine my lovelies as I need your light
and you need to give it.
