Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Flirty Gerty... Time passes along, remembered in song...
I would not be who I am today if it weren't for your artistic nurturing, understanding and unconditional love
For my Grandmother, Artistic Conjurer, Creative dreamer, Mother, Heart, Love.
Though we weren't with you in the end, I will forever be with you always & you will forever be in my heart, though I feel it breaking.
A song is floating on the ether, faint whispers & traces of Grandpa's horns swirl along misty vapors. Inviting you to follow... & with one final trumpet blow, you turn to look back one last time... But something is urging you forward. Just ahead PaPa awaits with open hand. He leads you to a beautiful strawberry patch. The sun is bright & warms your face. You feel you must squint, mostly out of habit, because you fear the sun will make your eyes water. But slowly you relax your gaze & understand it no longer burns. Slowly you reach out for the biggest Strawberry you can find & bite into a juicy one. Grandpa laughs with you, as the juice drips from your lips & falls into the deep grass.
Fritzy hops about playfully, trying to catch a flutterby. Familiar voices are carried along the air. Soon you will all be together. You both smile.
The berries are ripe & sweet.
I love you both forever & always.