“Follow in my Steps”
Deeper through the shadowy oaks
toe to heel we go. 
Each step is chosen
placed upon the earth with care
gently gliding along. 

Grandmother learned
from her mother
to watch and leave not a trace. 
The lushness of flora
slide lightly through her slight fingers
as she whispered truth. 

Greeting each plant
by botanical latin
my ear has since forgotten. 

Present day drifts away
as I journey to the past
of loved ones who have traveled on. 

The moral of her story has yet to be told
while pearls of wisdom
slips from comprehension
waiting to be discovered again.