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Upwards
by H.M Stevenswe were at work
you did not make the morning meeting
your grandfather had left
As the news arrived
your words netted my attention
and we long embraced
I did not know this official but sensed
his silver hair waving in perfect form
from his head into the sky
In your arms,
i felt his sweet wrinkly heart
oozing droplets of a great summer prune
someone who had been all the tart of life
I got lost holding you
in a moment of pain but
you had to compile a lot of things
to get out the door
it must have been heavy
to be so light
to shed a part of your family skin
to move forward like a child
gently opening his hand on the string
of a quietly deflating balloon, still heading up
06/24/2009 Posted on 09/12/2009
Copyright © 2025 H.M Stevens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 09/12/09 at 03:36 PM I loved how you described the tragedy of this scenario. This is another poem that I would like to keep and so I shall. Thank you for sharing this. |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 09/17/09 at 06:16 AM seriously, this is outstanding. chills. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/10/12 at 03:12 PM A remarkable POTD! It is almost delicate in its structure. My favorite lines - "i felt his sweet wrinkly heart
oozing droplets of a great summer prune
someone who had been all the tart of life". Thanks for this. |
| Posted by Angie Jenkins on 12/11/12 at 04:41 AM Wow...brilliantly written. |
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