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My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)


when I am older
my heart will be steel-grey
but it will not be made of stone

I will not be weighed down

I have always been weighed down

and though I lose the use
of my legs
or the sight of my eyes
or the taste for spiciness
and bitter-sweet

I hope I will not ever lose
the center of me
for there is my compass
and my guide

some may think me withered
fragile
no longer wild inside
a Grandma
though I have no child
a wounded bird
with a half-footed hop
a grouse no longer dancing
a hummingbird with moth-eaten wings
and an owl
who no longer sees into the darkness

my heart is cotton-candy
my heart is dappled-clouds
my heart is toes dug in the sand and
my heart is barefoot-proud

my heart is full of promise
though I found little of it when I was young
my heart is full and The Spirit knows
only when my time will come

my heart knows my time is too short
my heart knows pangs of respite and grief
my heart knows of green Springs
and sadly of the floating brown-tinged leaf.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE
ON 3/30/2021 12:35 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME....TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED POETRY SITE...
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD....

FOR THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING...I DEDICATE THIS TO YOU. (AND ME.)





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