I am the observer, the note taker, the confidant. For much of my life I have been a silent supporter, a secret-keeper, and a listening ear. But now I have my own story to share, my own thoughts to express and my vision of the world as seen through my eyes.
Birds sing with the garden,
Lifting dreariness from the day.
You walk with robes of green, calling out in a new way.
With wings of blue, a Jay did fly,
Down to your lifted hand.
And with a delicate and careful eye,
Did pluck the crumbs therein.
-M.E. InkOwl
Voice lifting in ululation,
You perched as a lark of Spring.
Washing away the filth of the day.
I smiled, sitting on the countertop.
And your eyes sparkled with love.
-M.E. InkOwl
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Hands filled with wisdom.
You harrowed up my young mind,
Fingers cupped round mine.
-M.E. InkOwl
I am grateful for friendship.
Some friends are fare-weather,
Some are there to exploit,
Some exist to become strangers.
But those chosen few,
Who see you at your best,
And hold you during your worst.
That inspire goodness,
And bring peace to your heart.
They are those who truly last.
-M.E. InkOwl
I am grateful for piano keys.
Black and white squares, evenly spaced.
Each one ready for fingers to press upon on them,
To vibrate, to illuminate, to produce music.
My head is cocked, and ear is ready.
Let the fingers being to play.
-M.E. InkOwl
I am grateful for the wind.
Something feels so familiar in the tossing breeze,
As my hair lifts, and skin prickles with cold, or flushes with warmth.
It’s as if someone from beyond a distant veil is reaching out to me,
Allowing me to feel accompanied,
Even as I walk alone.
-M.E. InkOwl
I’m grateful for the feeling of grass.
Between my bare toes,
Cool, crisp, green.
It makes me shiver with life,
As I lie face down, pressing my body into the earth,
I feel peace.
-M.E. InkOwl
I am grateful for faith.
Faith is something that can only be grown from within,
From the merest seed planted in soil of hope.
Through the water of actions faith grows.
Sometimes the winds of life batter the growing tree,
And it is partially uprooted from the soil.
Other times the rain stops and the tree wilts,
But as we continue to dig around it’s roots,
And pile on fresh soil and water,
Faith flourishes.
-M.E. InkOwl
I am grateful for the gift of new life.
We swayed side to side,
Knowing your day had come to enter this world.
Your mother and I stepped together,
Willing her body to bring you forth with a dance.
Around us new mothers brought life into the world,
Bring pain, joy, and the sound of fresh voices to Earth.
You were waiting out the passing storm,
Until with a firm constitution,
And unbending will, your mother brought you into our arms.
Will little coos and a beating heart you greeted us.
We held your naked form to our skin,
Knowing full well just how precious you were.
My little earth-worker.
-M.E. InkOwl
