Artist: Wendy Mould
She had that vibration…
that made cats want to sit in her lap.
When she floated through her house,
the walls shimmered and the floors shined.
No one could put their finger on what it was,
but at her dinner parties, no one ever added salt;
they never added pepper; the flavors were
just what they were supposed to be…
just like the conversation that sailed over the table
making the water glasses tinkle with their laughter.
Some said it was a kind of spell she learned,
the magic of warmth and listening,
caring, sharing and reaching out.
There was always some envy,
or a small scandal that surrounded her,
but she never seemed to take that in,
just let it dissipate inside
the sunrise, over the mountains
and the sunsets over the seas.
Birds ate at her table and bugs were saved
when she found them floating unsuccessfully.
She still believed that almost anything was possible
and so…. it was.
I met her when she was older,
but she preserved a handsome beauty
and her eyes told you, she had seen love
in her younger days…and not just once.
You just knew, her heart had expanded
over the months and years,
until she could love..
the unlovable, the unwanted,
all the uns of the world, could show up
on her doorstep and she would show them in.
In some ways, she hardly seemed real….
but those who crossed her path,
would assure you she was.
Ageless as the stars,
generous as an innocent child…
She saved my life once upon a time…
but that poem is another story…
that has yet to be written.
August 17, 2021