A swing hangs from the highest beam
did they find the time to play?
trusting the rope to their own child
while their chores pulled them away
Did they find the time to play?
a quick wash, and then the grace
while their chores pulled them away
from the dinner quickly eaten
A quick wash, and then the grace
not a glance at what they’re given
from the dinner quickly eaten
fellowship in silent nods
Not a glance at what they’re given
the chisel digs into the wall
fellowship in silent nods
initials cut before they fall
This is lovely. Truly.
ReplyDeleteAgreed. I am beginning to realize how powerful repetition can be.
DeleteI vow to try this before the end of the month
ReplyDeleteWow again. I'm in awe.
ReplyDeleteEchoing everyone above. This poem is echoing inside me now.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I will try this, but what a poem!
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