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/
Sharing with mindlovemisery and their prompt Tender love
http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2014/01/12/prompt-38-tender-love/
Hi there Pea,
ReplyDeleteFor 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
Cheers Scott
DeleteThe first born is always special:)
ReplyDeleteWell, to be honest this is number three, but I feel the same about them all.
DeleteThat feeling of security and oneness is just magical, very well captured in this.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much. It's a special bond
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much. Let's hope the closeness continues!
Deletei 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
ReplyDeleteBrian, so right it is bittersweet, if you let it. I hope it will never be like that for me.
DeleteI like the structure of your poem and how it conveys the passing of time and a reversal of situations.
ReplyDeleteGabriella, so glad you liked it, thank you.
Deleteblessed moments for both.....very nicely put up... :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind comments
DeleteThis 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!
ReplyDeleteAh Robyn, doesn't it fly by. My last one left home Monday.
Deletelovely image befitting this loving sweet poem
ReplyDeleteKathe, thanks so much for your kind comments on the image and the poem.
DeleteThank 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!
ReplyDeleteAh yes Peggy. I'm looking forward, with no urgency, to the next generation of tiny hands.
DeleteI love the turn of the hand like the seasons of life ~ Now wrinkled, love is still held in those strong hands ~
ReplyDeleteGrace, yes the seasons of life, great way to put it.
DeleteThis is incredibly sweet ......
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen, very much.
DeleteSo sweet.
ReplyDeleteTime...yes a gift we should never waste or not use wisely.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely
DeleteOh so lovely! The photo is perfect, and the poem lifted my heart and made me smile :-)
ReplyDeleteSara thanks so much, glad it made you smile.
DeleteAbsolutely 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
ReplyDeleteThank you. Yes, that moment is miraculous isn't it?
DeleteThis is lovely. The image so beautiful. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Michael, come again.
ReplyDeletePea.