Lattice of Lace
for my "A" always...
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George BS,RN
December 9th, 2006
Be kind, oh this lesson is not taught in elementary school, it is here
Filtering through each pore of my skin, smoothing away the tear drops
Clearing my blood shot eyes, holding me close in that human embrace
Where love is felt, sipped (like fine wine), and cherished forever, and
The great God who told me "you are good enough" filled me up, took
The deepest damage, and planted truth within my heart, this seed grows
Sweet buttercup of spring, one lone daffodil rests
Upon the brick, the light of afternoon is gentle pink
The sun goes down lower in this winter sky, east of
Here (home), and the dogs bark to "great" he who I love...
Time has accumulated like government files, and the smell of stale paper
Coffee stained edges, penned in lines, and years of concise evaluations
Ends today, the reason and thought is long gone, like that bad hurricane
The havoc, destruction, and death ended, and the oak tree stands strong
Growing new green leaves on powerful branches, and beneath I can sit
Garnering cool shade in the hot summer of the bayou, not restless, just me...
That big old wild rose bush blooms furiously; scarlet red petals
Fall beneath in the shade, and a fragrance emits deep into the fall
Where barren branches remain, awaiting a first frost, winter cold
Snow may come again, so the welcome mat gleams white, home...
The little girl loves you, with total abandon, she listens to each word you
Speak eager to learn, to find laughter deep in her heart, to touch your
Strong muscular hand in sleep (let you know she is there), and desires
Your touch in the dark morning hour when you whisper "the birds are.."
Singing, and deep in her soul the solo voice rises, like a hymn from the
Almighty, the true gift of love, unconditionally is within, without, with us...
Turn to me, those eyes are so deep, the shades of green and brown blend
Dark jet black hair, a face of character, grace, and a smile that lights up
Inside of me like our first Christmas tree, the doves of peace circle, alight
The wreath of pine, the red bow, the ribbons yet tied, and still I might ask
"What do I do" knowing your answer is final, right, and that the days we
Count are precious coins, passed from ancient Greeks in the Aegean sea
From your hand to mine, there are no interlopers
I am "till death do us part" and I will stay
Even if you make me cry, the tears are my truth
You cry too, and I won't let you go, can't let you go...
The enemy remains in the farthest field; they are hungry, days without food
The water ration is almost gone, and the skies beg rain, perhaps snow for
The temperatures are dropping, the youngest soldiers recall loving wives
Newborn children at the breast, a time when turkey dinner was too busy
A tear drops, they fight starvation, a tear falls, they forsake death
The white flag is buried deep beneath the packs, and the Colonel motions
The youngest soldier stands tall and says "yes sir"
Walks forth in a strong march, and bears the flag
Beyond the field the troops motion, "they give in"
Bellies full, warm blankets, relief from the night wind...
This battle ends today, the day is young, the tasks many, and tonight
When sleep wraps around me like a glove, my destination is marked
Clear, and your arms are around me holding me close, leading me back
Home (where my heart is), home (where I will always be), home
Is the first stop, and the last stop I will make, and this lattice fence
Beneath the garden, near the magnolia tree sparks my eyes, again...
This lattice is lace...
Oh I do love you, forever and a day...
I am here at the door, please
Yes the key fits, "I am home..."
I love you still, just now the right way...
