for Linda
She’s a gift, you see,
rare and precious
as wild grass
or heron in flight;
unpredictable,
beyond imitation,
gemstone perfect.
I swear off disbelief
while she dresses,
the fullness of life
so unexpected,
and practice like a child
on the impossible violin,
amazed and delighted
over and again
by the appearance
of her music.
This ones a keeper!
Gosh I love this! Thanks Don!
Well, that is tender and beautiful…and, thank you.
Beautiful Don.
Love is the most precious music, my Friend… thanks, Don.
Very nice. Loaded with worthy phrases to impress a lady. I just might borrow one or two…….
Thank You Don. I am blessed reading your words.
Really beautiful dad.
Straight to my heart, as you always do.
Love becomes beauty even as beauty engages love and calls us to life.
Thank you Don
Perfectly balanced between lover and grand daughter in its tone of respect and awe.
Rare and Precious is exquisite. Breathtaking.
Don-This poem too is a rare and precious gem in which the words, the music, and its heartbeat deny any attempt to paraphrase it into meanings. It simply touches
deep within you that which is unsayable.