Escuchar
By MPTGraves
She spoke of days that happened once,
of times before my coming.
She spoke of places that she'd been,
of heroes' acts of cunning.
She spoke of lands across the seas
and peoples that once dwelt there.
And then she spoke so tearfully
to me of what befell her.
I wept her tears,
I shared her joy,
I faced her every fear,
for she possessed the gift to tell,
and I,
the gift to hear.
-mg