Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on July 24, 2009 0 Comments

This poem that I wrote as a young thing was published over 30 years ago.  It was the first and last, as life got in the way.  But I’m starting to write again and enjoying it.


Tiny fingers

grasp Mother’s Sunday coat.

Shining eyes wander in curiosity.


Gnarled fingers

grasp a well-worn hymnal.

Shining eyes uplifted in thanksgiving.


Stiffened legs

move slowly

to the young woman’s side.


Arms still strong

reach out

in silent request.


Tiny fingers

grasp an old man’s coat.

Shining eyes reflect joy   . . . .

           reflect God’s universal love.


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I'm looking for friends who have some similar interests. I like to write, even poetry - though I have to be in the mood for that. I enjoy listening to all kinds of music - even the pan pipes. I have a college education but that doesn't mean much - it's t

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