To young strong sight an open door
steady hands wove ragged edges.
Threaded through needle end
watched dust dance in sunbeams swirls
rose and fell in rings around me,
glowed beneath smiled rewards
pride in precious bi-focal squares.
Memory paved a bridge of love
my visit was one of joy
deep gratitude come full circle
[as I cleaned my smudged lenses].
For hers were shoulders
of age, that bore such weighty world
caring that spared many younger bones.
And I grew upon a vine not cut
by hard edged life, and sweetness
welled within; for in her tender
strength was my past
- a trusted past -
that never hobbled hope.
Author notes
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Ah..very hard truth you brought and sketched with a affirmed immagery and strong poetry pouring in it...well done...
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I could be wrong, but in your poem I read history...the gains of the mother (or father,) the hard road that they paved to make their child's easier. Of course by children and parents I don't necessarily mean a literal interpretation, forefathers come in many forms.
Family is a bridge, unity is a bridge, segments of humanity can be a bridge and hope can be too, or rather can be what those bridges are first built upon.
Such a wonderful way to show how you were inspired by Drummond's poem. Thanks for your entry and for the comments left on OP
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Reverence and respect
emanate from your words
as you prove you have learned
the lessons given you in love and hope.
A beautiful, personal take on the inspirational poem.
Aesthete
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"For hers were shoulders
of age, that bore such weighty world
caring that spared many younger bones."
Sometimes its the simple things that connect us ... connect generations. Like the threading of a needle of a loved one whose eyes have dimmed ... or staring at hands that remind you of another now gone ... or looking into a mirror at eyes that once looked lovingly at your face of innocence. Our ancestors showed us how to walk with strength, vision and faith ... and they protected us with their love. They protect and guide us still ... and the hope they had for us still lives. Beautiful and touching piece H.
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"And I grew upon a vine not cut
by hard edged life, and sweetness
welled within; for in her tender
strength was my past"
such beautiful words..
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