by Kristina Woodhill
Since you've gone
I've tried to catalog
My memories of you
So your page won't fade
Before my aging eyes
I want to keep you hard bound
On my heart's book shelf of life
Protected from the molds and fires of time.
The keyboard that we shared as kids
Spelled out our varied tales
Short stories 'round the globe
Adventures in the West
You typed more from the right side
I read more from the left
But family love we spelled as one
Engraved and set in print
Stylistically I see you
In an engineering font
Like Dad you wrote
In neat, straight caps
No slant, at least on paper
No hint of your impassioned words
To mend the world's torn edges,
To scotch tape shredded lives
I know your grandkids saw
You as a smile emoticon
Your laughter always boomed
In bold-face type
You seemed to be a legend
In your workplace, so I heard
As you moved up shelf by shelf to
Reach the top
As a sister, you can bet I won't
Erase some pages' stains
Cracked bindings with the mint ones
But know I also count you
As a classic of our times
As my fingers trace your covers
Softly press those raised gold letters
And wistfully read through our childhood lines
Posted on 03/23/2006
Copyright © 2019 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/24/06 at 12:56 AM|
Very nice Kristina, I love the lierary and media metaphors. High marks all across! Thanks.
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/24/06 at 04:38 PM|
Oh Kristina! —I am moved to wonderful-sad-quieted-strengthening deep felt tears...there is something incredible about being very close to brothers, isn't there? I wish this for every one to experience. And the way you place these moments into a poem...is perfect and cherishing. My favorites welcomes you.
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/24/06 at 08:20 PM|
Wonderful and touching poem. I agree with all of the above. The first stanza was especially moving!
|Posted by Matthew Taylor on 04/05/06 at 04:20 PM|
wonderfully done, as are many many of your works, I have not read them all, but I'm sure I will take the time in the near future, be blessed.
|Posted by Don Matley on 08/11/07 at 03:24 PM|
Love the theme throughout and how the classic lierary work is interwoven with the subject individual of the work.
|Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 03/31/10 at 05:37 AM|
Hey. the bro's of the world are lucky too. You've got it all down, and I admire that! Good writings.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/13/12 at 11:37 AM|
there is enough love here to seed the world, which is in desperate need of odes like this, to feed on.