From her hands the sun,
The wisdom of the ages
From her lips they flow
In my universe
Her words are nuggets of truth
The years of my youth
Yes, I’m old but not grown up
Still my mind an open cup
Awaiting her gentle words
Not her stares that cut like swords
From her hands the sun
Lights the path whither I go
Now and tomorrow
Alas! She’s at peace
In a land beyond the sea
No longer with me
But her words remain they will
For her mem’ry with me still!
02-14-2021
© F Aparici