July 1–7 ❘ Lamoni
Lamoni
Grandmother taught me eloquence:
how to speak even in silence
when fear constricts heart and throat.
Grandfather taught me cunning:
how to trim and stitch opportunity
from unexpected circumstance.
Father taught me balance:
how to keep my feet when friends shift
beneath like gravel on mountain path.
Mother taught me love:
how it feels to be forgiven
for callow wrongs.
Ammon taught me how nurtured hurt
distorts truth like a dark mist,
blinding me to another Father
who teaches mercy—
how to honor good traditions
and let the rest melt away like frost
at touch of dawn’s outspread fingers.
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