Hidden Gem
For a long time my brother in law,Jim, and I , were not close. Politically, I was mostly liberal and he, a strong conservative. Some say politics doesn't matter, but in our case it seemed to color our personalities.
Then, a few years ago after we had shed our political skins as times changed, and suddenly became open to each other. Sure, shared interests but more as we grew older, not quite affection but a quiet understanding. . .
spring run
his shadow
always behind
After I was placed in adult care, he visited me several times a week, usually with a
capuccino in hand which he knew I loved. I learned respect and admiration for the real Jim. He had a hidden depth that was not easily expressed or perhaps easily understood.
hidden stream
so clear
stone bridge
I remember from geology class: Scratch any stone to see its true identity.
dark river stone
doused in light
sun colors
I felt that in the end he was turning to gold though I wonder if he knew. . .
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2016
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