Those hands, lying limply
on an empty armchair,
Rocking, creaking.
Hands that molded the earth
and touched my face
on warm summer evenings.
These hands, strong and sure
carried and threw me into the skies
and blew flying kisses
seeing me from a distance
with faint eyes.
Hands that clapped
for every new step of my life,
Blessing me, with my hands in his.
Hands that walked a stick
and me on either side.
Hands that waved goodbye,
Long before I opened my eyes.
on an empty armchair,
Rocking, creaking.
Hands that molded the earth
and touched my face
on warm summer evenings.
These hands, strong and sure
carried and threw me into the skies
and blew flying kisses
seeing me from a distance
with faint eyes.
Hands that clapped
for every new step of my life,
Blessing me, with my hands in his.
Hands that walked a stick
and me on either side.
Hands that waved goodbye,
Long before I opened my eyes.
Author notes
This poem is about my Grandpa, who died 4 years before I was born. He was a very gentle man and I know it. I get these visions sometimes. This is a tribute to him, in whose arms I was never cuddled. May your soul rest in peace Papai.
Written March 11th, 2006
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Thank you so much for this entry. You did a wonderful job writing this. keep up your amazing work! best of luck!!
CrimsonViper -
Yes, I understand what you mean, and I can tell you Anna, this poem was totally inspired by my Grandpa. His hands and he was all that we would do for me, but we never could see each other. My elder sisters were lucky to play in his arms, and when he died, my eldest sister almost jump into his grave crying why they were "closing him up in the hole" Thanks for you lovely words Anna,
Love and Blessings,
Lencio -
This is such a beautiful poem, except for the last line. That gave me a bit of a knock on the head. I hope you understand what I mean.
You made your love for your grandfather very clear in this poem. What a pity that he could not touch you, carry you and clap for you. I am sure though that he would have done that when he would have been alive when you were born. Very nice Lencio.
Anna.
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Thank you for your wonderful comment Jane. God Bless!
Lencio -
Excellent Writing
Very nice, thoughtful, warm, and good. --Ellis -
Beautiful!
Dearest Lencio, He is with you! He has always been with you and I think he guided you hand when you wrote this! It is so full of love and I think it is all the things that he wanted to do with you! Very beautiful! God Bless You and Him! Jane -
Great write! This peice is amazingly writen! Good work!
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