Welcome to My life in the shadows



 
AUNT LILLIE’S HOUSE
 
I remember
staying at Aunt Lillie’s house
as a child and how gloomy
each room of her old house felt
as the western sun sunk
into the big sky beyond.   
Sometimes,
through the clouds,
little slivers of golden light
would slip bravely through.
Aunt Lillie told me
they were God’s fingers,
fingers he sent forth
to touch forgotten faces
who lived in forgotten places,
those whose empty little hearts
might be yearning for a touch of brightness.    
Then, as I sat there,
by her side, warmed by her words
suddenly,
as if all at once
from their hiding places
in Aunt Lillie’s garden,
crickets begin their nightly serenade
as if God Himself had swung
a great baton
that only crickets could see.
‘What Magic the Master’s Hand Brings’
I would think
As she sang to me,   
and my little sleepy eyes
would grow so heavy,
as night’s blanket was slowly pulled
about Mother Earth,
Aunt Lillie,
and me,
another day
away from my city home
and another on the rise    
in Aunt Lillie’s eyes.
 
Summer 1960

uTAH jAY


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AUNT LILLIE`S HOUSE