My Anchor

To My Uncle Ty

 

Your shoulders held me high Above

the fray, the calm strength

of your hands hoisted me Up-

sliding around your neck

into your arms, down again

Terra Firma

 

The years apart, where

only Fleeting memories

of your warmth

the Vibrato of your chest

as you spoke carrying me,

surfaced and faded

 

As I grew into my fullness

I looked for you

Begged your mind

Prodded your heart

found Sustenance in Both

 

Now in the Winter of your life

you stand so Tall, profoundly farsighted

your Vision ever so prescient

the warmth and equanimity

Magnified

 

You look upon me

the same admiring love

with which years ago

you used to teach me the value

of my intuition, strength of my character

I look into those eyes, your Face

the rounded shoulders,

the missing Digit

see the Anchor

you have been

 

All My Life

 

Tree in the Dark

18 thoughts on “My Anchor

  1. Je viens de relire tous les poemes que tu as edites ici. C’est incroyable comme dans chacun de tes poemes ,l’Essence .s’insurge en une vague poignante , indefinissable, insaisissable. Pour moi souvent dans l’impuissance de l’Existence. Et puis…..ensuite..dans l’immediat…..les Mots ,tes mots font ressurgir une emotion, un souvenir ,une reconnaissance et alors c’est le plaisir .Kiki ! C’est beau! Merci

    • Suzanne, sache que ta perception et profonde appreciation de la poésie ont énormément de valeur pour moi. L’immédiateté de ta description, le choix des mots, tout ça, merci a toi!

  2. Wow Kiki. Didn’t realize how Uncle Ty has been a force in your life too. Love the “missing Digit” , it was such a fascination when we were little.

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