FaithA Poem by papaedTwo precious moments with my granddaughterFAITH IN THE MORNING A local fresh peach diced 1 1/2 cups of my favorite cereal large mug of slightly sweetened coffee early fall chill in the air I sit on pillowed wicker sunrise yellow descends the tree tops the earth fills my senses three-year-old Faith just awake with hair askew in warm sleeper and bottle in hand bursts out the door with pouty lips I pull her onto my lap her head on my shoulder no words are needed as we rock slowly peace and love fill my spirit FAITH NEEDS sitting with old friends in shelter house shade folding chairs facing lake food, drink, loud playing surrounds old ladies hovering at picnic tables swatting flies from food three-year-old Faith runs to me baby talking, regressing clearly older kids and noise have threatened her “Papa! Let me ride your back!” I excuse myself and scoop her up carried to water’s edge, talking to ducks we make and wear a clover headdress acorn hat on thumb with penned face talking and nodding in falsetto voice laughing with joy, threat forgotten a beautiful, delicious hope-of-future living in the present © 2013 papaedFeatured Review
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Added on July 27, 2013Last Updated on July 27, 2013 AuthorpapaedKansas City, MOAboutno erudite pontifications, no complex extrapolations no intentional hurtful lies, just simple age-wise aliteration and prose, of a man who's in the throes of living day to day from his head down to.. more..Writing
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