Turning time into itself
It is a longing of mine
To return to the time of my father
And his father
Heritage
To speak from the eyes of the future
And give comfort where there was none
Bestow riches from here and now
To offer hope
Future
To give honor and head lifting praise
Establish a sense of value
Not for labor in the fields
Nor fighting for survival
Hope
Longing to make the turn
Turning time to time again
A smile not carelessly, but freely giv’n
My father turns, with tears on his young face
Author notes
...inspired by stories of my father during "the great depression"
A contest entry
- Last Lines by Keith.
450 points, ended May 4, 2008, 33 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Excellent write here
Indeed their stories are truly lesson to be heard and felt through emotion and love .Good write here
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Very good. I like the way it's set out. Quietly dignified.
The original poem is by George Macbeth, a well-kent Scottish poet who died rather young.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_MacBeth
It's called THE RETURN and since it's 36 lines long, I'll only quote the final stanza. Hope you like it:
And now a cold wind stirs
Inside the shuttered room. I feel his hand
Brushing the stale air, feeling for my place
Across the phlegm-soaked pillows. I am sand
Threading a glass with slow and even pace
And dying in my furs.
My father turns, with tears on his young face.
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Powerful
George really had some stuff in that work... I appreciate you taking the time to include that in your comment - my son died early (20) as well and we were at his side for his last breath - I want to think that his passing was more pleasant - I will not need to know some day... for "there will be no more sadness, no more dying"
S23
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a wonderful rendering for a tempting last line.
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Thank you
thank you for your reading and commenting on my poem - I appreciate the time you took with it...
S23
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