Recently I created this piece using Naomi Shihab Nye's wonderful poem, "My Grandmother In The Stars", about her grandmother....it will go on the next printing of the album, "When Your Life Becomes Poetry". Hearing of grandmothers like this one, makes me feel there is a need for more like her in the world...

Enjoy!

Daniel

p.s. This poem used with permission of the author, Naomi SHihab Nye....

 

My Grandmother in the Stars
By Naomi Shihab Nye

It is possible we will not meet again
on earth. To think this fills my throat
with dust. Then there is only the sky
tying the universe together.

Just now the neighbor’s horse must be standing
patiently, hoof on stone, waiting for his day
to open. What you think of him,
and the village’s one heroic cow
is the knowledge I wish to gather.
I bow to your rugged feet,
the moth-eaten scarves that knot your hair.

Where we live in the world
is never one place. Our hearts,
those dogged mirrors, keep flashing us
moons before we are ready for them.
You and I on a roof at sunset,
our two languages adrift,
heart saying, Take this home with you,
never again,
and only memory making us rich.