I have a love/hate relationship with words. Words on my “do not like” list include nightmare, exploit and laundry (and hate, so I really shouldn’t use it here). Then there are words that just make me feel good – like raindrops, whimsy and cookies. Another of my favorite words is footprints. It always reminds me of that poem about two sets of footprints becoming one when God carries you through difficult times. I love that! It also reminds me of the poem I wrote several years ago about my father. I used the word “footprints” in it, so whenever I hear that word – my thoughts immediately go there. Here is the poem:
MY FATHER, MY SEAGULL
I felt myself
lifted away by a mighty seagull.
I helped him scan the waves in search of food.
I held on tight
as he swooped down towards the water,
then suddenly, we headed out to sea.
He caught an updraft
and we soared higher and higher.
He didn’t even need to flap his wings.
We watched the waves
try to overtake each other, yet they
always seemed to find their way to shore; as did we.
He landed gently.
I let go of his neck and slid down slowly.
He watched me leave my footprints in the sand.
Then he left me.
I tried to catch him, but I couldn’t, so I cried
just like I did the day they told me Daddy died.
It’s Only Words #11