For KJEC
Sometimes
when I don’t hear your step
and remember how
you disliked heights,
I look out
from my airie
and search.
Often
when I touch your books
and remember how much
you fed my mind and heart,
I hug myself
alone in my airie
and smile.
Always
when I think of you
and remember how
you listened
smiling and seriously,
cradling my self
my airie expands
with all our gifts.
Learning Living 