TWO ACORNS ON A STEM
Upon the path where I walk each day
I found two acorns on a stem
and bending down to admire their beauty
clearly heard two voices say,
“Take us with you so we can see
where you go and what you do,
for you have feet and we have none.”
In my pocket I placed them safe,
through the meadow to the lake
and sat for a while, listening,
watched leaves dancing on the water
sparkling like diamonds in the sun,
birds singing a merry morning tune,
and I could feel them watching too.
I placed two acorns on a stem
upon a table in my room
with many found treasures for company
and for three years they were my pleasure,
watched me sleep, dream, and wake,
listened to my prayers, joys, and woes,
met my friends and shared my life.
Then one fine fall day I heard them say,
“The time has come for us to go
for we hear a far-off beckoning
and feel something in us stirring,
something waking we must know.”
So, I planted two acorns on a stem
in the meadow where I walk each day.
Many years have come and gone
and I walk the path to the meadow
telling about two acorns on a stem
to twin girls who now are seven
and we terry beneath two oak trees
whose branches spread wide and welcome,
two girls laughing and my good company.