Poetry -The Heart That Beats.

 I heard your beat for the first time today and it brought tears to my eyes.

I never thought the sound of you would make me want to cry.

You have been with me since the beginning

And you will be with me until my life is finished.

My love for you transcends space and time.

My life with you has been sublime.

You are that constant in a life well lived.

I know you won't waver until the end.

You have been with me from the start.

I will love you until death do us part....

In this life, we walk together.

My heart my love, my until forever.

SK Virtue

May 17,
2025

SNIPPETS - Flying Clothes -A Moment in Time

 In 1964 when I was 4 years old my dad went to work at a copper mine in Butte Montana. He took the bus, and we all stood and waved goodbye to him. At the time he didn't have a place to stay except in the man camp, but he finally found an apartment in some row housing for the mine. A month later he came home and packed up our 1957 Chevy Nomad, with five kids, my mom and all of our belongings and headed through the Rocky Mountain switchbacks with no brakes and a jar full of pennies. My littlest brother slept in a cradle in the back.

I remember we lived on the bottom floor of the apartment building. And I remember that my little brother slept in in a dresser drawer. I also remember that my mom and dad friended a couple and their children that lived in the apartment above us. This couple argued. We could hear them almost every night. I don't think they beat each other or their kids. They just yelled, mostly when he didn't come home right after work. That is when the spectacle began.

 We kids couldn't wait to watch the show. We knew it had started when the husband's shoes fell on the ground in front of our apartment window. Then every single article of his clothing floated down as the wife threw them out the window. It usually happened once a week.  Mom and Dad would laugh and say, "Guess So and So stayed out too long."

 Hours later, when he did get home there was a lot of yelling followed by silence. About fifteen minutes later the kids would come down and collect the shoes and clothes in a basket and take them upstairs again.

We eventually left the town of Butte when the miners went on strike and Mom told Dad it was time to pack up and leave. It wasn't a very safe job for my dad either. A few miners had been blown up in the tunnels and the working conditions were pretty bad. So once again we packed everything in the 1957 Chevy Nomad and made our trek through the switchbacks, no brakes and all. That was the last time my dad ever went underground. He went back to farming and never looked back. As far as the family of flying clothes we never heard from them again.

 

Berkeley Pit Butte Montana

Poetry - It Is Finished

“It is finished.” …you softly sighed.

As you hung on the cross and died.

My heart broke into tiny pieces,

Tears of shame I cried.

 

“How could this be?” I sobbed aloud.

“That you would die for me.

I am no one in this lonely world.

In me… what do you see?”

 

“Is your love for me so very true?

That it can see past all my flaws.

Can you give me a life so new?

And forget all that ever was.”

 

I felt your whisper in my heart.

 “Your sins have been forgiven.

My child, I’ve loved you from the start.

You’ll be with me in heaven.”

SK Virtue - 3/14/25