24 July 2010

As I Hold "Child Life," by J.G. Whittier


gnarled and calloused hands,
worn by years of life
and picking up his children,
touch these pages
as though they were as delicate
as the petals of a rose.

they gently skate across those
letters, so carefully pressed
onto that once-was tree,
each of them congealing
into memories
that are faint, fading like
the daylight of the setting sun.

he takes a pen to
a page,
a reminder to himself
that there is something special,
an inadvertent
reminder to the person after him
that he was once alive
and he once loved
and felt
and cried

as i do now,

touching these pages
as the delicate petals
of a rose.

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