sharing words with each other

 

my apprehension is not for or because of

the words i choose to place in writ before

you, but for the reaction or lack of action

and attention they will have for many who

read them

 

trying to paint artistic symbols upon the

canvas of script on scroll of that which

is in the fiber of my heart and the spirit

of my being, to impress upon yours the

feeling of kindness, the want for love

 

surely, life has garnered within you the

experience of pain and sorrow, the tears

that flow because of this but also the

moments of joys, the desire for the verve

of life

 

when first in the innocence of your born

vision of the morning sun, the sight and

sound of birds in flight and the songs they

sing, or capturing the running brook and

the feel of its cool stream upon your fingers

dipped

the love when first your mother held you

upon her breast and whispered…’i love

you my little one’ or when your eyes first

capture hers and maybe your daddy’s

as they smiled at each other then you

take pleasure in these words, my words,

for i share them with you so that we both

can recollect the memory of similar and

common human moments, knowing that

we’re in this collective experience called

life, and to care for each other…