This is my second poem for Magpie Tales #46. The photo is Tess Kincaid's. This poem, "Memories", is the one I originally had in mind but needed time to think it through. (The poem in the post below is a fun one I did for my kids after we went driving around the neighborhoods exclaiming at the Christmas decorations.)
I have entered this poem in "One Stop Poetry's "One Shot Wednesday" - week 33. Over one hundred submissions of amazing poetry. Please click and see for yourself.
The gentle hands of a strong man
Are what she noticed first
His teasing smile and keen wit
Not too far behind.
They reached out and selected her,
Through the pulsating room of beauties
Slightly calloused and warm
Reluctant to let go
She truly saw his hands on hers
Before she looked up into gaze, intense
Admired his features, his presence
In that crowded room, it seemed just them
He hadn't let go, fingers wrapped around hers
Tucked under his arm and walked outside
Under the stars they talked for hours
The intimacy of their hands, enough
Over the years those hands taught her love,
Caressed their children's tears, soothed
many a fevered brow. Hands always willing to
Lighten her load, and lead the family in prayer.
She noticed his leathered gloves upon the floor
An avalanche of memories were invoked
Slipped her hand inside, the warmth familiar
and laid the softness against her cheek.
by Margaret Bednar