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Reading Together
by Genevieve Sturrockoh my dearest
i don't know
what to say
when i sit
next to you
i hold your hand
and rub your feet
play with your hair
and watch you breathe
but i don't know
what to say
when i have you
on the phone
you left a book
half read
a torn shred
of paper to
mark your place
(just like me
though i guess
everyone probably
does that)
and i pick it up
and start reading
trying to find
a word or two
to share with you
the next time
i sit next
to you and
don't know
what to say 06/22/2007 Author's Note: i'm terrible at small talk under the best of circumstance. my daughter is so smart and beautiful and talented that i get tongue tied just looking at her. so we share books and talk through the stories.
Posted on 06/22/2007
Copyright © 2025 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 06/22/07 at 12:58 PM Genevieve, this gentle poem packs a punch. Sometimes, just sitting next to someone is okay and can be a very relaxed feeling. When we search for something to say ... accck, we go blank. Just thinking of that torn shred of paper marking a place in a book makes me smile. Beautiful read, sweetie. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 06/22/07 at 05:04 PM this flowed well. it also showed what a wonderful mother you are. finding common ground is the best place to start and the rest just flows too (or so i think.) ~JPP |
| Posted by Sigurdur Haraldsson on 09/30/07 at 07:12 PM This is very good. The idea of reading together but still separately with the connotation of awkward togetherness left me stumped. I think most of us can relate to not knowing what to say so this strikes a cord in everyone. |
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