New Beginning, New Day

When She Speaks Of Him

Another year,

time for the story to be told one more time.

Then put away kept safe into the hearts of

those whom keep it locked tight,

combination of feelings.

Love, Fear, Sadness, Hope, Remembrance, Honor.

Going back in time to years I had never lived,

she mentions a new part of the story,

my wandering mind creates a movie in my head,

mixtures of truths with details of fantasy,

for I was born too late to know his reality.

The not knowing of what can not be explained eased,

by her voice, her smile and laughter.

She never took photos so the only way to see him

is through her words and the movie in my mind.

What exactly did His smile look like?

Bright enough to light one, a few or every room,

in a house that has been darkened with sadness since he was taken away.

when he chased you around the room,

how fast did his feet glide over the oval table when he caught you in his arms?

Was his hands strong or soft?

Many questions flash in my thoughts that dance with her words,

I never speak them for the story being shared is precious,

sinful to interrupt,

I hang on to every word as it is a golden drop

of love being passed from him to me.

The sun is setting and the memory is being locked up once again.

before it is completely locked up tight,

I ask quickly "What did his smile look like?"

She gets up slowly and turns me around,

I am facing a long mirror as she points to my mouth

then she says "When You smile so does He"