What Do You Say
When
Her lips belong to a mouth
Pursed, silent
Frozen
Inches from a slightly breaking heart
Connected by sinew, muscle and bone
To one single solitary
Pair of hands
Reaching for a father,
Aching,
with a broken memory
Arms joined by joints and blood
Stretched in love to a broken mind
As a mother
Her hands reach for a leaving
Child
Growing up
Going off
Grasping for adulthood
Straddling her youth
Bound by love
To one who is weary
Worried, tossed
Turning and churning
Yet still, a comforter in times of
Need
I say more
But there is
That pair of ears
Latched on
To words of a young man
Planning to marry
Love launches from the mouth of a man
Steeped in love
Who was just a boy
Digging in deep, rooting his love
It would all be so perfect
If someone would say
To her
Dear, this life is filled
With beautiful broken
Shards
Of life
What would you say
While
Silently wiping her tears
I would say
I love you
Joining sweet Laura at The Wellspring
“Dear, this life is filled
With beautiful broken
Shards
Of life”
Oh, yes. Elizabeth, feeling the growing pains with you. How hard it is to let go. Love you, lady.