I came across this poem in my files the other day. I wrote it about a friend back in 2007. Imagine my surprise when I saw the closing line. Something about a singing heart has been delicious for me long before I chose those words to pull me through my cancer experience.
By Vicki L. Flaherty
To me, you are like
…rain on a sidewalk on a firey hot afternoon
…endlessly rolling hills of countryside
…a river flowing freely, shaping its course
…waves eternally breaking on a sandy beach
…’la bella luna’ glowing from the night sky
…a firefly sparkling in the summer evening light
…butterflies dancing in the air
To me, you are joy
To me, you are my heart singing.
* Image of fireflies courtesy of ebertfest.com