“Darcy and I have been
thinking about you,”
my son says.
“We see these tall trees
with purple blossoms,
and when the petals fall,
they turn the ground
purple, too, and
we think of you.”
I have not been well
and my son has seen
trees with purple flowers
and thought of me.
Surely what he has
shared with me is
a seeing prayer,
and by his seeing
I am surely blessed
…to have him love
such loveliness
and think of me
…to feel I might, in
some small part, have
given him eyes that
behold worlds unseen
and souls with purple hearts.
Ann L. Keiffer
June, 1996
