Fingerprints of You
©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson
I’m writing with your pen today,
the one that filled your hand.
So many things I need to say,
so few I understand.
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I’m writing with your pen today,
the one that filled your hand.
So many things I need to say,
so few I understand.
The spirit finds home
inside warm flesh and bone,
taking ownership,
giving direction.
Should the formula fail,
appetite will prevail,
driving action
without due reflection.
I used to have a firefly inside me,
a certain spark against the dark of night,
her wings translucent threads of hope and dreaming,
her glow as magical as soft starlight.
When my own tides are at low ebb,
I stand beside the sea.
Bright waves of truth I used to know
come washing over me.
Draw lightning from the sky.
Call down the rain on shifting sands.
Become the one who understands
where strength resides.
Control the tides; create your wake;
trust in your flow for its own sake.
No looking back, except to marvel
at the glory. You live the story.
Plant all my roots in rich brown earth
and stretch my branches wide.
Let golden rays of morning sun
fill every space inside.
Today I am open
to new ways
better treatment
wiser thoughts
nuanced interpretations
broader understanding
measured reactions.
Each whiff of Mama’s bread
rose in his heart
infused his head
with wafting warmth
and scented joy.
He was a happy boy.