By Rennie Lorca  Lorca@bigfoot.com
Date: 30 May 1999

EACH IMPORTANT GRAIN

When I was very, very small, 

there was a time I tried 

to catch each grain of sand 

as you trickled it through 

my eager fingertips. 

I learned to be patient 

only because you taught me. 

You would give me a chance 

to catch each sparkling grain, 

finally satisfied, that with your help, 

somehow I had held them all, 

each important grain . . . 

I am grown now, and you are gone . . . 

but someone else realizes the 

importance of this hourglass to me . . . 

helping me hold each important grain . . . 

every moment of our lives held close, 

and this is how I know that you, 

and now this new kind and caring man, 

could really, truly, passionately love me. 



Reflections on the loving men in my life, from good parent to my soulmate...and my good fortune at being loved...Rennie