Words, not spoken…

 Words, never spoken…

Last two years been very hard. 2020 and 2021, I lost many to cancer and to sickness. Today I miss their voices and I yearn to talk to them again. I miss their smiles and their laughter. And I pray. They had gathered together in a better place.

Today I paint with my words. Kind faces and beautiful places, I loved and I miss.

I set-up my tee-pee with names of the people who left my world. I add the white sage and I light the sage. I hope the smoke reaches my kindest friends and my family.

Today I asked myself. Did I thank them enough for their friendship and love given to me? The words not spoken haunt me more than the words spoken. I should of told them. Thank you for your love, thank you for your friendship. I miss you so much and you taught me how to live.

I have become the senior person in my family. I must become like my father Jack. Listen, wise and a open door for the family. I must become like my grandmother Beulah. Only kind words spoken and help when needed.

Now I am the old man and the five grandchildren are dancing at my feet. I must listen to them, be wise and a open door for the people who need me.

Dear Grandmother taught me what love was. Love mean you love your family in the good or the bad days. The blessing of love. A forever gift we can give freely, and love will expand and multiply.

Dancing Coyote