RT has been writing poetry again. This one is about his mother and dedicated to his mother, Lillian. I think it’s beautiful.
Sphere: Related ContentSunflower Mountain
In the early morning sun
hands worn thin by time
and soft by the love
of giving and doing
for othersPour sunflower seeds high
from a rusty coffee can
onto a weathered plank
atop a worn old cedar post
all dressed in clematis
planted years ago by those
same loving hands.In moments one small
seed at a time is
given a brief flight
from feeder to limbSome are stored in
crevices and cracks
while others are cracked
open and fuel the next
flight.One by one the
sunflower mountain is
made low
As a reminder
that those who neither
sow nor reap
are cared for by those
who share
the love of heart
by the gifts of their
handsCopyright 2008, RTJ
