My Mama and Papa

My Mama and my Papa. They're good and kind, pure and refined. Sixty-three years together, their loves become genuine. Like sweet expressions of art; Papa a poem and Mama a song. With me, they share their wisdom. I listen and see their words take wing. This is their story, spoken through his poetry and sung through her song: Once on destiny’s field, a confident Poem chanced an eloquent Song. By providence divine, the Jasmine intertwined with the Muscadine. A Ruff-neck blue-collar, beholden to a bride of serene waters. Two artists with a portrait in progress. Colored in Faith, in Trust, in Love. One child comes. Another. Then two. Dressed in his rhyme, kept by her tune. Four paved paths; scented with sweet Jasmine, bearing fruits of Muscadine’s. Their children are raised and grand-baby’s grow. A harvest, good and kind. Their past has become distant, but that love so genuine continues on. It sails over waves of struggle. It conquers, even in the brutal storms. Through the trials, the Song acquired her virtue and the Poem gained his grit. Like royalties of time, Crowned with gray hair and cloaked in old skin. To open-eared youth, they offer insight and share their understanding. His wisdom speaks thru weathered words. Her sweet song waters thirsty ears. Their portrait, is still being made. An aesthetic piece of art, valued thru time. Sixty-three-year journey; their bodies display age, but their spirits are primed.