Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Grand Memories

Reaching for the warmth of your voice
I listen to the pictures you hold dear in your mind
laughing with the children
tongues encircling the salt lick
while cows wonder
my father, the eldest, fingering precious nails
hammers with carpenter's zeal
until the shed is decorated in steel
still older, fearful at the window
he watches the approaching hail that will drive them away
from the farm, his love

I hear the words, pictures
from your aged albums-
may I see them all by heart, too


Raehan said...

And if you find the way there, one day. That place where you can see the pictures. Lead me there, too.

Carol said...

Certainly, Raehan.