The Tender Part


I can't look up at the stars
-without thinking of you-
or hear the redbird sing
from his treetop point of view.


I can't fathom the waves
that splash upon the shore
or wiggle sand through my toes
without thinking of yours.


I can't gather the leaves
without falling deep in thought
of our walks among the trees,
Did you think that I forgot?


And I can't reach for your hand
without offering my heart,
That's where I tuck you in
-Inside the tender part-


Sharon Frye