Heartland

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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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