Gifted

The puppy, the raindrop,
the blade of grass
a playmate, an ocean,
a bridge to the past…
the eyes of the child
are filled with ways
to spin gold of gum wrappers,
to make centuries of days…
I have been gifted from birth
to live on this planet called Earth
The shyness, the smile,
the girl with blonde hair
across the room,
the curious stare
your hand in mine,
the warmth of love’s touch
one being of two,
so little, so much…
I have been gifted by you
and all things old are made new,
made new…
Grandfather, your daughter,
my mother, my source
your eyes dim with seeing,
still steer the good course
this long line of vessels
travels dawn to dusk
‘til we’re one with the ocean,
all driftwood and rust…
We have been gifted with sails
with stars and harbors and gales
an Armada of family and friends—
the gift of horizons that never end
Never end… Never end…
The gift of horizons that never end.