Sunday 28 April 2013

Time



Reading

Unnoticed
The world turned.
My hand,
Once young and wrinkle free
Held his tiny fist
Tight and secure within my own.

Life happened.
Wrinkled now
My fist contained within his
Secure,
And loved.
Both.

Sharing with mindlovemisery and their prompt Tender love
http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2014/01/12/prompt-38-tender-love/

33 comments:

  1. Hi there Pea,

    For me, a perfect little jewel of a poem that says so much...
    I'll be back again sometime to read more, for sure... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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  2. The first born is always special:)

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    1. Well, to be honest this is number three, but I feel the same about them all.

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  3. That feeling of security and oneness is just magical, very well captured in this.

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  4. I love that your hand held his in the first stanza and his hand held yours in the second. A feeling of continuing closeness, the passing of strength from one to the other.

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    1. Thank you very much. Let's hope the closeness continues!

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  5. i like how the roles change in this...in real life thta reversal of role is often bitter sweet but i get more sweetness in your short little verse

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    1. Brian, so right it is bittersweet, if you let it. I hope it will never be like that for me.

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  6. I like the structure of your poem and how it conveys the passing of time and a reversal of situations.

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    1. Gabriella, so glad you liked it, thank you.

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  7. blessed moments for both.....very nicely put up... :)

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  8. This pulls at my heart! So beautiful! Two of my kids have birthdays this month and it just seems like time is racing by too fast!

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    1. Ah Robyn, doesn't it fly by. My last one left home Monday.

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  9. lovely image befitting this loving sweet poem

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    1. Kathe, thanks so much for your kind comments on the image and the poem.

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  10. Thank you for visiting and commenting on my blog! Lovely little poem here that I can so well relate to--oh those little hands we held!

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    1. Ah yes Peggy. I'm looking forward, with no urgency, to the next generation of tiny hands.

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  11. I love the turn of the hand like the seasons of life ~ Now wrinkled, love is still held in those strong hands ~

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    1. Grace, yes the seasons of life, great way to put it.

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  12. This is incredibly sweet ......

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  13. Time...yes a gift we should never waste or not use wisely.

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  14. Oh so lovely! The photo is perfect, and the poem lifted my heart and made me smile :-)

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    1. Sara thanks so much, glad it made you smile.

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  15. Absolutely beautiful, I have goosebumps. I can't help but think of holding my daughter's hand for the first time it is such a miraculous moment

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    1. Thank you. Yes, that moment is miraculous isn't it?

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  16. This is lovely. The image so beautiful. Well done.

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  17. Thanks Michael, come again.
    Pea.

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