A Poem For Sage

For Sage Sebastian Carpenter

A whisper,
the scent of prairie grass,
and under the curve of eyebrows wise brown eyes
filled with wonder at the tasty miracle of life.

Made of the love of Jessie and Michael
the bones and blood of two families
the prairie, the desert, the ocean,
this small carpenter has built a house
of song and rain, laugher and tears,
built it strong and true.

May we live in his house
all the days of our lives.

--Margie Faulkner (Sage's Great Aunt)