Newton’s Law


You always made it hard
To show my heart.
Normal ways did not suffice
Too obvious, perhaps.
Subtleties you sought, finesse
Requiring thought.
These you cherished.

You always pierced the soul of me
Divined the truth.
with well-chosen words
Could rock my foundations.
Change my course, redirect
the emphasis.
Leave me awed.

You always set examples
For those with feet of clay
or human frailties.
I always thought you
Ten feet tall.

You always let me know
Your hopes and expectations.
Nothing less from me.
Apples and trees
Trees and apples.
Never far

You always let me know
That you believed in me
No matter what
And I so small
So Proud to be
Your Apple.