When I look at my family line
I see faded footsteps in the Sand of Time

Those who've known the

Does she know she is
my moonbeam in a dark sky
the silver light that
tenderly touches my

My Son came home so late that night,
his footsteps heavy, dull and spent,
his shoulders burdened,

I dress me in verse
weave stanza after stanza
in a tight fabric
that will last longer than I
to

A soft line of verse
crocheted after midnight
the pen holding me
spilling ink is added beauty
to

If I could choose a legacy,
it'd be for you to truly see

yourself through loving eyes
without