In silent patience
For orders
From the terrace
While a surreptitious lens
Captures his composure
When I needed reassurance
Or wandered too close to peril
To share the warmth of a loving gesture
The subtle lessons
A mother teaches her child
With unconscious intention
Her giving hand
Always at the ready
For mine to grasp
In a mind
Bent on manipulating them
To serve the present
That’s all there is
Within my mind
Naught but the sound
Of wheels on pavement
As my body cleaves
The warm still air
The undulations
Of the path
The gentle song
My spirit sings
What else could I need
He locks up
With a willful hope
A dream from another life
From another time
Perhaps the children
Will still be awake
With their sparkling eyes
So he hurries home
On a wish and a prayer
Even a drowsy hug is a tonic
As I grew more confident
In being vulnerable
I began to understand
The strength in vulnerability