Gnarly toes,
freshly scrubbed
In moment’s rest,
propped on pillowed bliss
Steaming coffee
with comfort cream
Cupped in black lined fingers.
Uniform of honest,
soiled jeans
And now-thinned
button-down shirt
With ragged sleeve,
Long ago hooked
by an errant corral nail.
Kind lined face,
Reddened by sun and wind,
Smiling from hearing
Pleasant bird song in summer sun
Whch compliments our day plans.
And a smallish hand
Outstretched to squeeze
some tender care
Into the man
who works the land.
And all my life
I’ve yearned for life
Like my grandma,
my mentor, my friend,
I am honored to
Become the best
Version of her
that I can.
Purple Pennies 