Gentle spirit
in angelic guise. Eyes
blue and weary, A dear soul
in control of her heart.
A font of love, endless
and ever-flowing. Growing
the youngest of supposed
wiser ones. Of sons
and daughters beyond
her years her fears
are unfounded. We have
been grounded to care
for each other, a sister
and brother tethered by love.
Above all else we are
a swatch of the same cloth,
our threads intertwined. woven
into each other. She is in my
fabric; I am in hers. We are bound,
we have found each other
again. Friends and siblings
living, giving, sharing a lineage.
At any age we are forever together.
The way a family should be.
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 