This poem was written about my daughter when she was born. I had to remember back quite a few years to remember my feelings. She was born in 1970.
Bonding
By Carole Shukle
1996
Her
Lilliputian hand,
perfect in tiny details,
grasps my thumb
and nestles there
between two
knuckles.
Miniature
pink rectangles
tip her fingers.
A tiny palm,
like a kitten’s pad,
presses against me.
Her diminutive thumb,
ripe for sucking, curls around
my own.
Tissue-paper skin
reveals minute
pulsing blue rivers.
My fingers
trace the flow.
I touch
each elfin sliver,
as the fierceness
of her grip
claims me
as her own.
*Published in The
*Published in Anthology Fifteen,
Carole, this is really remarkable!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Karen...LOL Well, that makes me feel good. :)
ReplyDeleteWow, Carole - congrats on it being published, too!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kathy....supposedly when you are published and you publish anywhere including the internet you are required to mention who has published you. It is a courtesy, I guess. I never quite understood the practice.
ReplyDeleteCarole that is a very lovely, moving poem. You should put that in a card.
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful poem of love.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing that one. It works very well and made for enjoyable reading. Sorry you can't read mine. I used the same tags as for "Mirror Mirror on the Wall", but they didn't work in quite the same way. It appears differently in different browsers. I don't know which browser you are using, but it must have a facility for increasing the font size. (Couldn't find your email address, sorry.)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Marlene. I appreciate that.:)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Poetic Artist. Glad you stopped in. :)
Hey, Dave. LOL Well I am not that computer knowledgeable. My browser is Firefox. But I will try and figure it out, so I can read your great poetry. No problem at all. You can write to me here any time. :)
It's so lovely.. what a great poem.. you are so talented!
ReplyDeleteI have no poetry skills in me at all... eep!
Thanks, Cabin. :)
ReplyDeleteWow, that is a priceless piece of poetry. I love it! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jocelyn. :) That means a lot.
ReplyDeleteWow I can almost picture your daughter in your arms, what a moving peom. Thanks for sharing these with us!
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome, Pam. I am so delighted that you are enjoying them. :)
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