Care

For every ounce of
care, you place
quietly
on your lips, ears, eyelashes,
countenance,
and smile,
I respond with a
careful nod, a
sheepish smile, a
clumsy glance--a polite
bow, and hope that
for all my silence,
I've thanked you somehow.

But for those inner works:
a gentle heart, a
joyful
jolt
of kindred spirit;
I can thank only God,
Who's taken care
to carefully
make

you!

For Autumn
April 2007