(for my mom, and her sister Marcia, and, I hope, for Edith)
You have connections
you may not notice —
A shared light in the corner of access memory,
A shared light in the corner of access memory,
How your eye may catch your cheekbone, looking out,
Your love of birds,
deeper than articulation —
something tugging at your inner wings . . .
So, though your worlds diverge,
When you come together,
you find that seated ease
where words are comfortable
but not required.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 5, 2013