As you sit to sew
sock-holes closed,
or bring buttons
back to brilliance,
memories will murmur
of the tender times she stitched your wounds
and cleansed your knee
with TLC.
She will be the salt you taste in tears;
one who gave her child a gift of years,
and you will find her name
in the sunbeam
at the edge of rain;
in echoes of your unforgotten talks,
wherever the wind walks
from side-street to land’s end;
beyond a new road’s bend,
where the stars pave-out your way of days.
© Stuart Higginson 7-11-09
Author notes
Image from an Enya website
In a list
- Inspired by CarolDesjarlais • next in list
- Beautiful Words by Beautiful People I Know • next in list
- Written for me • next in list
A contest entry
- Of Hope And Light A Contest For CarolDesjarlais by penman.
5000 points, ended November 15, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Oh Stuart..this ..."She will be the salt you taste in tears;
one who gave her child a gift of years,"
The greatest gift my birth mother ever gave me was the gift of giving me away so that I could be raised by another mother. Seriously! The lucky ones of us were the ones put out for adoption. But, we have all either gathered or been found again, those who lived nearby, those who were given to others, those who clung to her hem through it all, and those who were, the three of us, only to find her or be found by her much later. She did indeed give me a gift of years!

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Ah yes, I did sense from things I'd seen/you'd briefly said before, that it was a complex story/history ... and that it would be difficult for me to produce something relevant as a new person only just arriving in your life! I am glad you managed to find those lines which spoke to you though
From what you've said in this feedback, I can only respond to correct myself ... for she then gave you two gifts: the gift of years (life) and the hope of a different situation/circumstance while you were growing 
I hope these entries are helping in this difficult time, Carol
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This is a beautiful and compassionate penning, dear Scribe. I am sure Carol will find solace in your words. Good luck in William's contest, Sweetie.




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Many thanks Wanda. I remain unconcerned with contest-placing; I would've happily written this for Carol as a standalone Add, and in that much, it has served its primary purpose already. I hope too, she'll draw some comfort from this, and from all other entries.

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I understand. And I concur.
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