Glow

He closes doors quietly-
and makes me
hear my own
heartbeat.

He makes little girls
beam
and older women blush
with undivided
charm.

Rugged hands
are feather soft
when on my face.
The selfsame hands that
crush rocks...
cradle flowers.


Yesterdays
are now
Tomorrows.
And I await them
with childlike wonder.

He closes doors quietly.