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On the very land my
childhood was lived
Now nurtures and nests
eleven of my cousins
One fine pair of
parents
An Aunt and Uncle
To my heart
Kindred
For one week I parked
my ‘home on wheels’ a few feet from the
warm rugged welcome of
their front door,
hinged constant by my
entering.
It has always been in
the everyday life that this family’s story rings purest.
Early morning words
slipping through the slight open of a kitchen door
A hushed holiness as a
Father spoke in his kind, deliberate voice
The words of his
heavenly father over a table full of children.
I cried silently
behind that door,
Tears
Awash with the wonder
of love.
It was a caught cuddle
curled together in the cozy of the afternoon
While crazy wild ran
with the others
A mother’s stroking hand
along the falling tendrils of a blond babe.
Loves
Poetry
written in patients,
perseverance,
purity.
Love made alive
Through the lives of
others.
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