Eloise Silver Van Meter

How can I sum up in words the way you make me feel
How can I adequately convey the way
I let you
stroke the paintbrush across the expressions on my face adding layers
and years
to this once simple sketch

Early in the morning my mom sings to me Lorelei, the Irish folk lullaby she used to sing––
on down the line from my Irish-Catholic, 33rd and 3rd grandmother, now living free and dying in the granite state New Hampshire––

There is a divine soul deep, deep, deep iniside my core. She is sprouting. Through practice, she is growing stronger and learning to show and spread herself to other parts of my body at their request.