Well, Did You?

When I made the treasure chest for My first grand child… it was from my heart…

Then, a sweet young lady asked me, what are you going to make for my child?

…I spent a year labouring over what to make, from my heart… so much at stake

And when I finally built it, my own design, a homage to guitars, to music… my son, whom I am in awe of for his music, for surreptitious phone calls and Red River Valley, played over the phone…

I milled the wood, yellow cedar and yew wood, from old growth salvaged by Clinton, our brother… my son, and when I delivered it… all I could see was awe* in the eyes of all around

I felt guilt for eclipsing every other gift there… a happy moment… worth all the effort, proof of my good heart…
I know you’re in pain… I know your life has had a hard start… but you are being carefully crafted by a loving creator…

So also my life as I look back…. Hewn, milled, design, and craftsmanship… all here…

I love you Jamie, you’re worth the wait… I mourn also, forgive me, for I do still Love Ria… I never gave up on her… I can let go but I won’t forget her… I’ll let her go… but only as one who has passed away