Prayers leave your feet
With every step in front of you,
A rising sun made kaleidoscope
By harvest dusts in your heart.
Each flower in your lap
Smiles up at me, Anieliki,
Each day passes
Folding into the one before.
It is raining outside
The colour Life,
To make the world
Fresh again.
It is blowing
The colour Hush,
To soothe
Our world to sleep.
Prayers leave your feet
And turn your endless path to joy.
💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝
A good storyteller knows that sometimes.
You don't drag a story out by its ankles.
You sit beside it for a while.
You turn it over in your hands.
You let the stitching speak.
And eventually it says:
"All right. Here's where we begin."
My late daughter taught me this.
Not with anything so crass as words.
No, she taught through how she lived.
And I hope it isn't at all taken wrong...
But Jamadhi Verse so reminds me of
My oh-so sweet daughter, Anieliki,
And if you read this, JV, please,
Feel not but blessed by the comparison,
For she was the brightest light I've known...
"Beneath the Frost"
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5282105/beneath-the-frost
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