“You were a light on an old country road.
Plowing thru the dust with your silent and steady patience.
The trees would bend to see you pass.
The owlets would open the bushes,
So you could see their eyes.
The sky opened up and shot down light from the Angels singing,
Singing in the breezes of a Spring time;
Frogs leapt from mud puddles just to see you step beside them.
You were the light for life around you.
You were a light on an old country road.
You held the hearts of tiny hands.
Leading them up and out of the darkness.
As time moves on,
I still see you sometimes.
In the magic and the movements between seconds of seconds.
Where the sky parts and the Angels sing.
Joined now by your precious voice.
But you will forever be,
That light on the old country road.
That has led me home,
A thousand times.” (For my grandmother Miss Maude)
Written by Lucia Sullivan ♥ Copyright 2018 all rights reserved