WEN: C8C2C8
Exhibitor Name: Stephanie Hom
Division: Poetry (Adults)
Class: 01 Poetry
Nan ’ s Place
I walk the dirt path that my nan once showed me, A road I only thought existed in stories. My feet tread lightly as I watch the night sky, With the sun to the west and the clouds right on time. The pastel colors and light hues above me sing, With the faint look of stars that capture my being.
X marks the spot, I follow the map to the edge of the water, “Miss the rocks and leave a footprint where the boulder and soil come together.”
Knelt down to see the bottom, but I only saw the top. The moss was covering a carefully preserved rock. Not by force, but by nature, it held its roots. Only those who looked for it could see its truth. Nan once told me of this special place, Somewhere that shown only grace. she said “Come here and listen close, Gather around and snuggle your toes. I know where there is a secret door, Useless to the wealthy but rich to the poor. Unordinary to the blind eye But of unmatched meaning to you and I” I‘d only heard of and pondered the thought for most of my life, Wondering if it would be a mystery till the day I died. The gravel was loose and the mud around wet, the stone moved free and what I saw I’ll never forget. What was inside was a time capsule
one that held my nan’s most prized jewel. a pendant with a diamond on its band,
one that its memories she’ll take to the next land. Amongst it were things from past and others’ time, with a space she had left for me to place something from mine. A tear ran down my face, for this is what she meant, for all the times I felt an angel, they were Heaven sent. I knew that in time it would be my turn to place my own, I put the stone back and thought as I walked on home. What would I put? What would I give? What would I leave behind?
I sat down and began writing what was on my mind. “To my daughter, my brightest light. Be not frightened, of what I tell you tonight. Soon in time, it will be my turn to go, but when I leave there is something you must know. Go to the place that my nan said of once before
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