A simple autumnal leaf,
dry, cracked,
veins pronounced,
each of its five tips curling, arthritic
as if closing,
desperately trying to keep a last hold on life...
Tears came, surprising me,
visions of mum and her soft parchment hands filled my head.
I can barely bring myself to comment on this piece. Sounds like you have some distance from the trauma. Living it is so hard, but I suspect you know that. Thank you for this beautiful offering, I guess it's the way of the world to know loss.
Such a beautiful poem, how lovely that we can be reminded of our loved ones in the most unexpected of ways. Sounds like there was a lot of love between you.
Laura.
When I get to missing my grandmother I make corn flake chicken LOL it is my ultimate comfort food the smell of it brings her back to me, I don't eat meat very often but strangely enough that's what i made for dinner yesterday and then I read this:) I can still hear her Laugh if i squint the right way she is a part of me I repeat many of her silly expressions now almost reflexively. she had very bad arthritis too but they were truly beautiful hands
I understand the poem my friend. I was raise-up by my dear grandmother. I miss her too. A kind voice in my world. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Thank you Coyote. Hope you are well.
5 Years Ago
I am fine dear friend and I hope you are doing well You are welcome.
Devoted family man and lover of life.
Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:)
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