A sacred place


The old man and his dog,
the one with her half white eye.
How she loves him,
and he her.
As they quietly pat each other.
They make me remember:
Granny.
Maize Shannon.
My mothers mother.
How we laughed.
How we ate.
How we messed.
How we were.
I loved her dearly
and I still do.
Sleep well with Pappy, Granny,
IŽll see you all soon.
Thanks for guiding me in these days,
how beautiful it all has been.
We continue to sail the seas.
But how pleasent its just been,
to stop a while and simply be,
the silent one here now
next to that old man and his dog,
the one with her half white eye.




1 of the stories from stories from the sea