The vastness of interpretation reveals beauty,
seen by your eyes, and mine.
Whether the sky,
cerulean blue, creates feelings of cool,
or weathered wood, offers
time, precious to me and to you.
Or even better, the opportunity,
to express ourselves honestly,
and witness dreams coming true.
Regardless of the outcome, the vision
is clear, no matter our distance,
you’re wished for here.
You can hear the sound of this machine working
– you know you can –
if you’re as old as me,
and grew up in a small Midwestern town,
she was an occasional reality.
We heard about newfangled ways of serving others,
but what we had was good enough.
We understood how to fix her, simple trial and error,
no fuss or awkward searching – some days a little pat on the bottom, or the sweet whisper of, “come on baby” and she’d spring to life.
I smile because she was a dinosaur in the 80s,
yet we were proud.
Seems there is still plenty of good happening right here,
if you’ll allow it.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 