Spirit

Air, Fire, Water Earth

A family of elements that combine

In a sharing of hearts and minds

Intellect ruled us through my father

Hard work protected us through my mother

I had heart and my sister strength

We did our best to be our best

And yes the missing one is my brother

He is not so easy to define

Born on the cusp he has two sides

I wish that life had been kind to us

But it was not and left its bruises

Yet even so each survives

And finds some pleasure in living life

When we are together we share a bond

Of knowing each other, right and wrong

And now even though I am far away

I remember them and I pray

For their safety and continued growth

The ones I have cared for and still love most.

Earth

I know earth as my mother, the one who gave birth to me

She sits peacefully like Ferdinand the bull

Chewing clover under her tree

My mother is a creator of gardens

She understands how to nurture plants

Under her care they thrive

Everywhere she encourages life

I eat fruit from her trees and am filled with the land

She helps me understand their care

My mother has another side

Deep forces shift and sometimes rise

As a tide of bovine rage

Then I want to run away

At least her anger never stays

My mother didn’t understand me

I am tidal like the sea

My feelings flowed while she was steady

Yet we can still talk to each other

And I love walking through her world.

 

If you want to see some of my mothers gardens then just go to the gallery and look at my art.

Air

My father was an air spirit

When he married my mother it was as if a bird had married a fish

To different elements and yet they could mix

He loved conversation the flow and shift of talk

His joy came from word play we listened and he taught

Being his daughter was I expected to perform

Oh how I frustrated him deviating from the norm

A fickle man my father kind but he could also cut

His words occasionally like swords

I avoided them with the charm of a fish

My gift was my tenderness

I could see he did not wish to harm

That he had been hurt in his turn

And had never learned the art of love

Fire

My sister was a fire spirit

All rush and spark, yes she lives it

Creatively inspired we shared the gift of fire

My sister and I were artists and we worked together

But she is competitive and worries about being clever

It was simpler for me because I didn’t care

I just let my feelings flow, struggling to be aware

My sister is a friendly soul

She has a glow the wins her friends

Sometimes I was jealous of that and could not pretend

When we fought she was the stronger

Her words were forceful she could last longer

But when it had died down

She wasn’t one to wear a frown.

Basically I’ve always loved her

And I’ve learned so much from her

Like yin and yang we have spun

We share a circle and the sun