For fifty years mother’s face reflected
a marriage she endured,
a man she didn’t love.
But when he was blind and frail
in hospice,
she visited him often,
and when he reached out, groping
for her hand,
she would smile and move it
(again and again)
just out of reach.
– Sarah Russell
For Real Toads prompt “power”
and for Poets United Poetry Pantry
Drawing by Greuze
Wow, a short, but powerful punch.
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Thanks, Alarie.
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This is some great writing.
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Thank you, Nosaint.
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very powerful words, sarah –
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Thanks, Beth.
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Powerfully truthful and poignant.
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Thank you, Ivor.
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Oh, Sarah….
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Yup.
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That is filled with sadness… people can make each other so unhappy sometimes….
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Yes, unfortunately that happens all too often. Thanks, Rajani.
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Wow! 💛👍
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Thanks, Imelda.
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Power indeed. I like the hint in the first line – “reflected” a bit like deflected – great stuff.
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Thanks, Peter. I love it when people see things that I didn’t when I wrote the poem.
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You write with such power!
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Thanks so much, Al.
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Says it all. Beautiful, Sarah.
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Thank you, Ryan.
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