Sir Knight is a delight to dance with in poetry and on the floor. I have missed the banquet also.
Lovely graphic.
Seedling
So small it was, just a tiny emerald tinted shoot,
its stem pushing up through earth with pride.
Struggling with its birth, unwilling to hide,
seemingly fearless of grazer, or a wayward boot.
Its leaves unfurled like a pair of leafy fists,
ready to take on life itself, a scrapper so small.
A bit of vibrant life, daring to rise to Nature’s call,
sun seeker, rain drinker, proving it exists.
As I sit here and watch
these women,
witty and wise,
loving and kind.
They shed their grace upon all,
expecting nothing in return.
They rejoice, love, sorrow and grieve together.
As we come together today,
to mourn the loss of the eldest,
I feel the strength
beneath the sadness,
holding the family together.
How proud I feel
to be a part of these women,
having come into my own,
so suddenly and without warning.
Never realizing my heritage.
Now as I sit among these women,
sharing our hopes, dreams and
bittersweet memories . . . .
I realize I am apart of
an unfinished tapestry,
and with the courage and strength
I have gained from them,
I begin to weave my own life strings
into this wonderful family.
I love all of you and thank you for your unconditional love.
by Laura