One Thousand

I am one thousand arms

Belonging to whoever needs

I am one thousand band-aids

To whoever’s wounds still bleed

 

I am one thousand suns

When those I love see only night

I am one thousand tools

To make sure everything’s alright

 

I am one thousand clocks

For those who need me for a while

I am one thousand laughs

For anyone who needs a smile

 

I am one thousand songs

Lulling little ones to sleep

I am one thousand jobs

Making checklists in my sleep

 

I am one thousand ears

When someone needs to let it go

I am one thousand yesses

Sometimes yearning to say no

 

One thousand empty vessels

Giving everything they can

To whoever’s out there asking

For a little helping hand

 

One thousand lungs so silent

For they never find the time

To stop and breathe themselves

When all the world is first in line

Author's Note

I haven't been on here in a while. This is actually the first poem I've written since August 2011; so please forgive the rustiness of my pen.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Loving this
It’s by no means rusty !
Loved it
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[SR Urie]

Hey Miss A.;

Superb rhyme and meter. You are full and vibrant, a beautiful mother and woman; more than mortal man deserves, as is your description of how volumnous your gifts are ready to be given for free. I'm honored to be able to have been able to receive what you've shared, darling lady.

Nice work; keep it up sweetie!

S

[mcg03002]

Sounds like a mom! :-)

It's good to see you again, Cat. I haven't been on since about the time you were here last. I guess, now that you've posted new work, it's time for me to do the same.

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Pen on...:>)..........................