Sunday, July 31, 2011

It matters

View out the window of the Kirkridge Center.

It matters to me what happens in this day,
to the ones that I love - in every single way.

What was the thing that made them smile,
to ponder, to worry and linger their miles.

How do they feel in the heat of their way,
did their legs tremble, was it hard to delay?

Where was the comfort, the wonder and fair;
in the hours of labor in a world of cares.

It matters to me what happens in this day,
to the ones that I love.

They are family, made or displayed -by more than what is made by connection through blood.

T.L. Eastman July 2011

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