A Letter to Mama Hart

 

I

I hear the measure of your words

feel the rhythm of your walk

I see your God in the flowers

you treasure so highly.

II

By your presence

you bring new understandings

with melodies of acceptance

You bring scents of adoration

and herald victories of quiet patience.

III

You simply

calmly

serenely

understand and perform

the beckoning of God

as you feel His eyes

upon your life.

I thank you.

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