Listening to every heart
This is not a amusing fable, but something from your past
so youíll know why there are adventures and memories that last.
Men tell stories of wars and hunts, making a voyage of each tale;
women are mothers first, so they tell of love, life and travail.
This goes back to forefathers long gone from history,
as their legends still linger in our breath and soul.
Just as womenís tales are the fabric from which life is woven,
for without them, our lives would not unfold.
As the bees do their dance, and each robin comes back to nest
our ancestorsí stories and memories we hold stoically to our breast.
For within our pattern of DNA, those bonds of ancient times
peer at us through our daily life, in our loves, and in our rhymes.
As the ebb and flow of the oceanís waves, as the coming of the tide,
the mysteries we seem to face, the reasons we abide
are in our ancient memories, the ones we cannot lose
so should you tell a story here, I shall look for your pastís clues.
12 August, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow