Thursday, December 30, 2010

Magpie #46 (a second poem), "Memories"


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.  


Memories


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

13 comments:

justine said...

oh lovely!!!!

Helen said...

So much can be learned about a person just by glancing at his or her hands .... I loved this one.

forgetmenot said...

Margaret, What lovely photos--all of them, and what a wonderful picture of your family. Your poem "warmed my heart"--it was so touching. Yes, all those little hastily written hiaku are mine--I like to have "something" to go with the photos. I too am amazed at what can come from one little seed. One marigold plant products hundreds of flowers over the summer--each flower produces a huge number of seeds-when you think of the multitude of beauty that can come from that first little seed, it IS quite amazing. Happy New Year.

signed...bkm said...

What a beautiful emotional piece regarding a love, his life and memory -- in the lining of a pair of gloves....thank you...bkm

Patty Ann said...

This one tells a story that is beautiful.

Jingle said...

beautiful.

Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely piece, Margaret.

lisa said...

At a loss for words here Margaret, so I will just say, amazingly beautiful.

Marilyn said...

Very lovely and loving piece, so very beautiful.

Rosie said...

How beautiful!
Have a wonderful 2011, Margaret! And thanks so much for all your lovely comments at my blog - I appreciate that so much!

Margaret Bednar said...

This poem, Memories, was truly a fun one for me to write. It is partially made up, with elements of truth as well. I'm truly thrilled that you all liked it and left your comments. It really means a lot to me. Thank you. I have visited all your blogs and truly adore them!

Ginnie said...

Isn't love just grand! :)

Brian Miller said...

smiles...slipping them on brings a little memory back of my own...nice write.