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Holding and Letting Go
by Bruce W Niedt
If my hand had a power to take you,
lead you back through the dark tunnel
of awareness, I would
pull you into daylight,
back to the room you left,
you, repository of tubes and wires
I would disconnect you, lift you
up and out over roofs and trees
back to the house where you lived
before your body betrayed you.
But all my hand can do
is caress yours, squeeze it
hoping somewhere beneath
you know my presence.
I will stroke your head, comfort
as you taught me, with the same hand
that calms the fears of night
and lulls a child to sleep.
01/09/2003 Author's Note: [For my mother, Oct. 22, 1931 - Jan. 6. 2003]
Posted on 01/09/2003
Copyright © 2024 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/09/03 at 02:17 PM You have bridged the generation gap with a clover-leafed superhighway, Bruce. If poetry were Sweet Tarts this would be sublime. My favorite flavored emotion.
Peace... |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/09/03 at 02:20 PM Just read your Author's Note. God rest her gentle soul. Peace... |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 01/10/03 at 06:57 AM letting go is hard to do ........thank you for sharing your thoughts in a very readable poem |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 01/10/03 at 02:41 PM Very touching sentiment so well expressed. I'm sure she did know your presence and that in itself can be of some comfort. |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 04/13/03 at 10:24 PM You speak a lot of truth here for me. Being able to see the troubles of someone, and staying strong in powerless situation. Having the faith that they will find you - without words, away from the pain. You convey it well. |
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