She touches me
as if I'm rock or tree
immune to time
and gravity,
impervious to woe.
The twenty years
we’ve left
(with luck and grace)
invisible to her.
In her constant now
our cardinal sings
the mac ‘n cheese is hot.
We walk the stones in her backyard
our sacred spot.
She will have time enough
to seek me
in rocks and trees
when I’m gone.
Today she leans
against my jeans
and turns me
briefly immortal.
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Cynthia M. Sheward
Cynthia Sheward has written poetry since she was a child. She was born in Massachusetts but spent her young life in New Jersey. She applied her English degree from Arcadia University teaching junior-senior high school in Vermont the 70’s. In the 80s, she and her husband built their own house with their own hands in the mountains of North Carolina. In the 90s, she returned to NJ where she worked for a Fortune 500 corporation until her retirement.
Her work has been published in Friends Journal, Evening Street, the Bennington Banner, Fiber Arts Magazine, the Mountain Times and various other print media.
She currently resides in Jupiter, Florida.
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A WELL TRAVELED HEART 
This is so beautiful and touching, Cynthia. I will be saving this one.
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I love this Cynthia. I have two granddaughters and I fear I will not live to see them married or even launched into a career and thriving. I live far from them both and see them, if I am lucky once a year. They are so dear to me. I only hope that I am dear to them as well.
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Thank you, Marti. I doubt if I will still be here when Elsa is grown up. I live far from her now and it pains me. There is a special bond between grandparents and grandchildren. I am sure you are dear to your granddaughters.
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Thank you, Becky.
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That is so sweet Cindy. It makes me think of Audrey and how much I miss her.
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That is beautiful. Your grandchildren are so very lucky to have you.
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Thank you!
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