Gold bows
on twelve boxes,
as ribbon is untied
paper crinkles with happiness,
opens
heart’s memory
as children’s laughter floats
upward from recesses of love,
first smile
between blue eyes
glancing into my soul,
as small hand grasps future hopes,
quick hug
as school bell rings,
he drifts behind learning
and crowds of future like himself,
cycle
down dirt pathway
leads to fishing hole’s lure
as solitude of youth’s daydreams,
each waft
of childhood seen
inside a box that holds
his cherished life always entwined
with mine
Author notes
swirl cinquain
I would want memories of my children inside each box, since they are the most precious things within my heart.
In a list
A contest entry
- Poetic Bandits Mid-Month Contest by debilynn.
1750 points, ended December 31, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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well written. i like the message. our children are the best of us. they are our hearts' delight. thank you for sharing this. keep writing! God bless you always
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This lovely swirl cinquain is almost shaped like a tree, how creative. I love the sentiments shared about fond memories of childhood being gifts we give ourselves and share with others. Those days of innocence would make this a better world if we could live more simply and kindly toward one another. Well done.
Thanks for your entry.
Brother Dennis
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