With a light 

stretched from a lamp,

memories pull me 
as you dream –
Traces of our hands 
woven together;
The joy which bounces ’round 
with tiny footsteps;
The Books we’ve read aloud;
A beauty that grows 
from the soil 
watered from the moments 
of heartache;
Our puppets 
with stories to tell;
Chasing puppies;
Thanksgiving meals;
Oh, that cat!;
Christmas dinners;
A portrait that’s taking shape;
Chess pieces never declaring 
the victory we have.
The promise I wear 
is held in my heart….
a fidelity that is secured 
by The Light 
that shines brighter 
than the lamp
which now 
outshines the bulb.