Her hands of soft skin
for the first time
in mine have been
her hands of soft skin
An instant when
I wish to hold tight
her hands of soft skin
for the first time
Touch of Spring rain
on my palm I feel
Yet I can't explain
touch of Spring rain
lighted by sun rays
A dream becomes real
touch of Spring rain
on my palm I feel
I gently kiss
her hands of soft skin
my child, endless bliss
I gently kiss
In moments like these
when I tuck her in
I gently kiss
her hands of soft skin
Author notes
Now Tess' hands are bigger than mine, and play beautifully the guitar
In a list
A contest entry
- 350th contest group one /finalists only by poet2angels.
475 points, ended August 26, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I've always been fond of poems with a repetitive base such as triolets and pantoums, not as easy as they seem are they?
Nice job!
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I love this form and you have penned this poem beautifully and so filled with emotion...I have two daughters. I recently wrote a poem about my daughter's hands...This is so gorgeous...ty for entering!
Lynda
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Best of luck in Lynda's contest, this is a wonderful poem...about something real...h
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excellent~
Beautiful....
Hands & heart = love...
Beautifully penned
Hugs
Susan~~~
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Wow~
Isn't it amazing how quickly children grow
Oy I remember my little munchkin now she is almost taller than I~
Where has all the time gone
Love this and All that You are
Gosh I need to stalk Your page more often
for I keep missing the new pieces
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Happy Birthday Beautiful!!
Hope You have the BEST day toooooooo
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
and much love & light~ Desire~*~
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thank you beautiful Desire! This is the 5th year you wish me happy birthday but seems I have met you longer than that. Loves always
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What a gift! Hands speak with the voice of the heart in such softness--and also resolve. I love their expressions of creativity, whether it is a labor of love, music, or just the capability to help us through the day, but to hold the softness as you have done here bears memories of tenderness and affection of someone forever a part of you. I got tears reading this and remembering the hands of my own children.
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and softly shared ...
as if I could hear a lullaby of sorts. I enjoyed the form and your imagery! joy
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Oh my! this is so lovely. Your Motherly love is on full display, your pride in your daughter is eveident. Isn't there something about children's lovely unblemished skin that is able to melt your heart? Lovely! Von
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Thanks Von! Yes, little or big kids, they still have that power, to make us go all mushy.
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(concerning Wattle's comment) I know your daughter can't get roller skates from you.
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but she got a guitar and her own bank card
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Nice!
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Oh what an 'old' softie you are. I'll bet your daughter can manipulate anything from your hand with less than a simple smile. ---- A little like your poetry flows (it's beautiful too). --- Thank you (lady of soft thoughts and romantic notions)
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You very right, but more because she keeps bugging me till I give in to make her stop lol
Thanks Eric
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a beautiful tribute to your daughter, mari ...
I can only hold other mothers' children's hands, I'm afraid, but I know this feeling of touching soft skin from somewhere ...
a wonderfully gentle verse ...
marion
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A precious memory sealed within
the lilting lines, to be treasured forever.
If new readers come upon this page
they will feel the special touch of Mari!
Aesthete
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I had to come back to this one because your words, as soft as they are here... made me see my own shortcomings as of late. Although I love my kids, lately I haven't been expressing that feeling to them... guess it's because I expect too much now that they are older. Nevertheless... I feel out of my element, and this poem gently pointed that out to me. Enjoyed it!
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So glad my words worked on you!
Thanks Troy for the comment and for the catch on that typo
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Dear Mari, mi querida hija,
I don't know what you call this form but I like it lots even though I can't quite work out the repeating or rhyming formula.
Maybe you'll give me a hand? LOL.
Lovely poem and, yeah! I like the short lines - not like the loooong heptameter ones I write!
Applause, clap hands, love and hugs, XXX el padre.
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Thanks dad! This is a Triolet, 4 lines per stanzas, normally. I just spread the lines a bit to work the breaks on my own way, as you know I'm rebel
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You were right, the short lines do work. Everyone has said it perfectly, and yet all any of us really need to say is...."It's Mariesque." Every person who has commented so far knows your work fairly well and I'm sure they understand what I mean when I say that.
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The children carry so much of our joy and concerns for tomorrow, and yet it is often yesterday that catches us and makes us pause and realize...there is such sweetness in life...beautiful poetry...h
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I fondly remember those tender times too. I'd give everything I owned were I able to relive just one of those moments. The internal rhyme gives it just the right amount of cadence. Thanks for the reminder.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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They grow up so quickly, don't they. This poem took me back to the time when my daughter was little too. You wrote this with such love and gentleness, Mari...simply beautiful.
Drukkies & soentjies, mooiste ma!
~ Nicolette
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Dank je lieve Nic...Ja, they grow way too fast. I look at photos of Tess and Tom and seem like they have been taken just few months ago. They are both so big, and call me kleintje
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now this is soft & beautiful - I love my daughter's little hands...I soooo relate to this A lovely poem
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