Grace me your presence I'll show gratitude With woven keepsakes Letters penned with Nervous fingers Eyes squinting through Brave smiles Tinged with tears Their worth on earth Insignificant Compared to the hours Spent deliberating From conception To delivery So many gifts Not borne Out of propriety Cakes pretending to be Bouquets of flowers Dates quiet candle lit Bars of mirrors Flowing golden liquid In glass walled shrines Escaping the haste To a yellow cottage On the coast With nothing but A bottle, a book And ourselves Dreams that teach me Who I am To be
If only I could live On native cherries Bugs and berries Tuned in to singing Of sapling gums Swinging in the wind Timed by sun rise And setting Days stretch out And snap back Catapult us Through our lives Never counting cost Not all who wander Are lost
Time and time again Our footsteps find The path that winds Back to where Our heart wound Sings for solace Giving it the love We grew accustomed to Until our mind Direction-finding Breaks through Finds the compassion To love the child Within
