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Sunday, August 28, 2016

Bless me ...





Bless me  ....

As a little one I yearned for  a gentle hand to cup my head,
brush my cheek with parchment fingertips - to turn when I,
on small feet, did hurry toward -  to smile at my back when
I left -  Free then to cross the threshold 
to nibble at delights from the plate of the day -
sighing deep - safe under the count-
less protection of the bless that set
my unfolding fledgling soul to soar ....

18 comments:

  1. to smile
    at my back when I left ... beautiful..

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  2. ".....nibble / the delights from the plate of the day -"...so beautifully put...

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  3. What a wonderful wish... I think sometimes I still wish for something like this.

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  4. You write a wonderful dream of the security and certainty of being loved, that small children so long for and deserve.

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  5. Yes the sense of being cradled is so very important and can last with you if you haven't experienced it.. Let's hope all children have the hand of someone or some power to keep them safe

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  6. A perfect picture of the reassurance of support.

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  7. You worked the wordle words to paint a lovely picture....you write a wonderful dream of the security and certainty of being loved, that small children so long for and deserve.

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  8. This is so lovely and tender. Little ones, I think, feel love and yearning so strongly ... it lasts a lifetime.

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  9. Curiously I still have that memory after so many years. I don't think it was wasted. This is so beautifully written Pearl.

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  10. alot of depth to your poem, of which I enjoyed reading

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  11. Oh! Me, too! Or, so I imagine how it could have been.

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  12. Oh, how lovely! Particularly love the parchment fingertip – makes me imagine a grandparent.

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  13. "Parchment fingertips" -- such a strong image. So much aching for what is no more, or perhaps for what has never been.

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  14. This is beautiful, Pearl. I sense that this poem reflects what you DID feel in your childhood. I like the idea of someone smiling at a child's back as they leave....freeing them to go live in the world, knowing they are loved. (Sorry about my late response here...I was away on the day the Pantry posted.)

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