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You were the baby who squeaked
when I picked you up ~ the one
who did not want to be held ~
I learned early on to put you back
in your crib and let you hold yourself.
~ for Anna Cooper Bagby, MD
on the occasion of your graduation
from Family Practice Residency,
Fort Collins, Colorado
Colorado Hail
pelts
the pines
and
floribundas
outside our airbnb.
I run
to see if
it really is ice ~
opaque beauty
falling from a June
sky.
Lying
on the concrete
are dozens
of tiny frozen spheres
perfectly smooth,
knocked off their orbit,
still shining
their own light.
I pick them up
one by one.
Watch as my
open
hand
warms
them
to a milky
puddle.
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so, oh so
Cool
freezing 54 degrees here!
This feels very loving and nostalgic, it warms my heart in the way the hands warmed the ice.
Thanks RG!
Beautiful, Debbie! May your days be filled with other wonders!
Thanks Sylvia – It has been a challenging weekend in so many ways – this is what came out of me uncrafted and raw.
What a heart twisting moment to see that tiny baby step into the full flower of her adulthood. You aand Greg did such a good job, and along the way her mother took time to share good words and lines with this poet’ community. Thank you.
Thanks Bruce – I do love our poet community here. So many people sharing tough but necessary words. So many souls working hard to better communicate/connect.
And – the work that will go into this anthology! Not enough thank yous towards that beautiful book.
If this is a raw poem, don’t change it! Great imagery!!
Thanks Kathleen. Emotion packed weekend.
This is lovely, Debbie. Thanks.
Thank you Melva