Sunday, August 7, 2016

"Feed My Sheep"

Photo of my grandson, Antonio, taken in 2015
by his mother, Omayra Lopez Caruso


Omayra texted a photo she took
of Antonio, now eight—
He was on his knees, feeding a lamb
out of his hand

My home is full of sheep—
It could even be called a sheep’s den
Sometimes my grandchildren
roam from room to room
trying to count them
but they never come close
to counting them all

Sometimes the little ones draw pictures
of sheep grazing or of lions and lambs
which I gladly affix to the refrigerator door
with amusing lamb magnets
There’s an assortment
of whimsical woolies on the windowsill
above the kitchen sink
and various sheep are featured
on coffee mugs in the cupboard
One silly wooly sits on top of the water cooler
and a wee bean bag lamb
is perched atop the treadmill
where it watches me exercise

Plush sleepy sheep lie on all the beds
novelties dangle from doorknobs
lamps and windows
There are finely carved olive wood sheep
on the china cabinet in the living room
not to mention a cozy lamb sweater
and socks in bureau drawers
lamb pins and pendants
stashed in my jewelry box

Lambs, lambs everywhere
lambs to make us smile
lambs to remind us
we’re here to feed
the hungry sheep

Feeding His sheep—
is what I do
by sharing a verse, a poem
a little money, a meal
all for the love of my Shepherd

Feeding His sheep—
just as grandson, Antonio
is lovingly learning to do

Maude Carolan Pych

The above poem was written in 2015. Antonio Caruso is now nine years old.

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