New Words
It’s two hours before dawn
and I’ve slept through the night
The rarest occurrence
her footsteps come light
She let me sleep soundly
and she let me dream free
Before entering my bedroom
and calling to me
“Kurt, it’s Laura, she whispered
as she got into bed
Are you happy in the solitude
alone in your head
“Your spirit’s been truant
but its voice I recalled
Wake up from your sleep
follow me down the hall
“I’ve something to show you
so rub out your eyes
And see what you looked like
as a boy about five”
She led me straight down
to the end of the hall
The door was half open
and my voice I heard call
“Aunt Laura, my crayons
have broken again
Aunt Laura, I need
some new words to begin
“The ones that you left me
I now know by heart
And to Mother and Father
I recited each part”
The boy smiled at her
and she smiled back at him
Before walking me back down
to my room deep within
“I’ve always been with you
and love you My Dear
As your Muse I’ve been charged
with your care all these years
“You were young when I met you
and took you by hand
Then to never abandon
your voice as a man
“Your days may come easy
and your days may come hard
But each night I’ll return
— with new words from afar”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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