HUMBLE

"She"

is beauty well rehearsed

but never planned

Like Linen - simple

Like glass - delicate

Like steel - glistening strength

In her eyes is an untold story - 

Inner knowing

A story that will never grow old

One you will tell over and over again.

To be in the presence

of someone so captivating

humbles "me"

helps me remember that most days

I feel like the lining on a silver cloud-

Brilliant and free

I am hopeful that “She “ and I

Will meet one day

We will be humbled 

by each other

First from a distance

Then humbled once again

as our hands reach out

to touch the magic in the air

She is electric

Dynamic

Explosive

Polite

Everything I remind myself to be

"He"

 is a tiny perfect little man

living in his modest little house

In his LARGER than life forest

where chopping down trees is a felony

He is safe there

His over-sized, pointy little nose

Glistens like a rooftop after rain

You must know the roof I speak of?

The twisty, colorful one

where shingles are not permitted

but tiny forest animals

are more than welcome to linger in the sun

or find shelter in the eaves when it storms

In his home

Manners are a must

Laughter is encouraged

Judgmental folks will be escorted out

For they can not magically shrink

To his humble little size

“He” and I have met

sipped bittersweet tea from tiny cups

as we discovered how best

to teach others by example

We brought up the meaning of

“Humble”

quite a few times

that day

that night

He is adventurous

Respectful

Brave

Merry

Everything I remind myself to be

Humble beginnings

Are easily found

Humble endings-

Predictable

The true meaning of “Humble” however

Is in the “Middle”

It was “she” who taught us that.