Many times your harsh words
crushed my tender outreach.
I cried only on the inside,
a naive child wandering
a crowded family alone.
I see gnarled hands,
frail, bird-like body
and heavily lined brow
etched with the toil
and tribulations
of decades of mothering,
sitting bravely in the
glaring July sunshine
and my only desire is
to nestle on the bench
beside you and help you
adjust the corsage of
yellow roses pinned
over your heart.
A contest entry
- For Our Parents by WhiteAngelCake.
700 points, ended August 18, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Striking contrasts. Exellent imagery allows all to perceive the "decades of mothering, sitting bravely in the glaring July sunshine." Yet the natural inclinations of the writer's heart are curbed by painfully recalled history.
Tender wishes, "to nestle...beside you and help you adjust the corsage...pinned over your heart;" yet the memory-generated fear of rejection stays her hand. A wistful contemplation, perhaps wondering if change enough has occurred to allow the shaping of new and different memories.
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This is a good poem.
I love metaphor, and this poem seemed to have plenty of it. Great write. -
The last 2 lines were GREAT! So many great poems to choose from!
Thanks you very much for entering my contest. 
-WhiteAngelCake
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