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Arianna
Guest
Grandfather,
The smoke from your pipe envelopes my senses.
Your smile etched in my mind.
The rough of your hands kind and gentle against the face of a child.
I can see the mountains grandfather.
I see the mist rising above the purple heights and feel the cool dampness across my brow.
When I was small I couldn't appreciate these early morning walks..especially during winter months.
But I remember it all.
You taught me to call to the wind..inviting sounds to birds nesting on high.
You taught me patience through example...in healing creatures great and small.
I never learned fear grandfather..
but I did learn patience.
And through patience..many strengths.
Everything is a great cycle as you spoke.
All of life is connected and has purpose.
The frost is heavy against my breath now grandfather.
As I inhale.. the smoke envelopes my senses.
The smoke from your pipe envelopes my senses.
Your smile etched in my mind.
The rough of your hands kind and gentle against the face of a child.
I can see the mountains grandfather.
I see the mist rising above the purple heights and feel the cool dampness across my brow.
When I was small I couldn't appreciate these early morning walks..especially during winter months.
But I remember it all.
You taught me to call to the wind..inviting sounds to birds nesting on high.
You taught me patience through example...in healing creatures great and small.
I never learned fear grandfather..
but I did learn patience.
And through patience..many strengths.
Everything is a great cycle as you spoke.
All of life is connected and has purpose.
The frost is heavy against my breath now grandfather.
As I inhale.. the smoke envelopes my senses.