One day you brought me raindrops in your hand. <br />'Here are some precious tears for you', you said. <br />A shadow bird was winging through the sky. <br />His silhouette escaped my finger tips. <br /> <br />Beside our creek the summer sycamores <br />Were whispering old folk songs to day's end. <br />You put your shoulder to the weather, Friend. <br />You lit the hard times with your empathy. <br /> <br />I looked into your Appalachian eyes <br />And saw that west was a most wondrous thing. <br />The distant bird's wings gleamed in failing flight. <br />The luminosity was purest gold. <br /> <br /> <br />(2007)<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-keepsake/
