You gave me my hands,
that snag easily like sensitive silk;
you gave me my mind,
its moods are hard to tame, like mother gorillas;
you gave me my lips,
they pump out heavy words, like a bag of peaches;
you gave me my heart,
it carries memories like blood on the loose.
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'blood on the loose' wow, what an image!
ReplyDeleteI've just read you mother-hero poem too, and as a mother of a 24 year old boy (man? no!) it brought a tear of joy to my eye.
yes, 'blood on the loose' a great image
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery Richelle.
ReplyDeletePamela
I really like this Richelle...IMO one of you best...thanks for your words
ReplyDeletewow that is a great poem. Just found your blog via Eryl's and am really really impressed. Don't stop after the challenge, this is all really good stuff.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing it.
Philip
wow...nice!
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