My Heart

 

She has a perfect

sense of style,

lifting me and my

faded pants and

tee-shirts up 

from blandness.

She has an acute

sense of taste,

precise and never faulty,

keeping me and my

cooking mistakes away

from matricide.

She has a demanding

sense of honesty,

for others, for herself,

keeping me and my fears

in check, moving ever bravely

toward the truth.

She is true in her

love of all living things,

especially her cats at play,

lies only a little, like when

she doesn’t like my cooking,

saying, “its okay”.

When I hear her truth knocking,

I know I should open the door,

begin some new unlocking,

see what new might be in store.

Let go, let it flow, and for an honest start,

listen with an open, peaceful heart.