A Letter to Mama Hart

I

I hear the measure of your words

feel the ryhthm of your walk

I see your God in the flowers

you treasured so highly.

II

By your presence

you brought new understandings

with melodies of acceptance

You brought scents of adoration

and heralded victories of quiet patience.

III

You simply

calmly

serenely

understood and performed

the beckoning of God

as you felt His eyes

upon your life.

I thank you.

March 3, 2017 Meldrum Poetry 75 words
prompt: Katrinedunnphotography2016 of Liberty & Grandmama Hart