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Saturday, August 2, 2008

Sunday Scribblings--Q & A

[Mother Combing Sara's Hair--Mary Cassatt]

Shoeless, the little girl crawled up into her lap letting the comfort
Unleash many questions pouring out
in a steady stream like a bag of sugar with a hole in the bottom.

She asked why she is usually the sole witness,
The one to shed the only tear
For the dead rabbit curled up on the grass?
Because you will be ready to stand at a grave someday.

She shyly asked why
Her smile is unwanted by two women of equal race.
They only smile at each other and turn away from her.
Because you will understand racism and might want to
help change the world someday.

The lonely call of the circling goose
Whose mate could not fly away from the pavement--
Recalling the memory choked the word ‘why’ back down her throat
Because now you know the sweetness of love and will always
remember the value of relationships.

Will I finally get picked on Roxy’s team and visit Italy and play the bassoon?
And live in a lighthouse and travel with gypsies?
Why do I have to wear shoes?
Why do I have to leave again?
Will I know when its my turn?
You will see yourself in all these places—and more,
but your home will always be in your beautiful heart.


This week's prompt for Sunday Scribblings is 'Do I have to?' Visit here to see more questions.

14 comments:

Michelle said...

Yes - such a beautiful heart! My favorite, "Because now you know the sweetness of love and will always
remember the value of relationships." Pure evidence of a beautiful heart!!

Granny Smith said...

"in a steady stream like a bag of sugar with a hole in the bottom." What a perfect analogy! This poem is tender and sweet and wistful, with that lovely last line of "your home will always be in your beautiful heart."
Mary Cassatt has always been one of favorites among the nineteenth century artists, and you have chosen an especially appropriate picture to illustrate your post.

Stay well and happy, dear!
Phyllis

tumblewords said...

Oh, this is so lovely! Thank you!

forgetfulone said...

That was such a beautiful piece of writing. Thanks for sharing it with us.

b said...

This so beautiful. I could hear the voice of my granddaughter whispering in my ear. Thank you so much.

b

Jules said...

Enjoyed this poem a lot especially after the weekend we have had.

Thanks for your kind message on my blog. The accident was horrific with a family devastated - their Mum killed, and her 2 teenage boys critically injured. The only saving grace - the youngest child got out with only scratches. Life is short so we must make the most of it everyday!!!

keithsramblings said...

This is so beautifully written I'm so glad I dropped in.

GreenishLady said...

Ah, such a sweet and tender piece. (Did someone else say that too? Well... it's so true, it doesn't matter if I repeat it, does it?)

Touching me deeply, and that painting... Aaah.

Bethany said...

Gorgeous, truly. :)

Daniel J Santos said...

excellent, only excellent.

danni said...

very moving piece, the waif like questions underlining the love - beautiful post with such a complimentary picture - perfect!!!

TSannie said...

Must admit, this is the first time I've visited your little corner of the blogosphere - and I'm glad I did. Your words were simply beautiful. Very well done!

Came over from your comment on my ABC B post, and you're quite right: We're "hardy and beautiful" just like the Black-Eyed Susans. Well, maybe in my case it my hardiness that's beautiful....

Nita Jo said...

Lovely, moving piece. Look forward to reading more of your work.

Princess S/Kishmish said...

:)
thanku darlin :)

enjoyed reading yours too :)
end of the day we are left alone, to the mercy of our hearts...