This weeks prompt brought back a favorite memory, story, and family (silent) movie....
Turning Round
Empty tire, perfect hole
curled inside, little brother
grin-lit face shining!
my father's camera,
rolling reel, on silent film
delight recording
my face too, lit by
a grin, my brother inside
the tire I'm rolling
up and down, around
he goes, his eyes crescent moons
his song is laughing
now upside down, his
face a frown? fingers pinched
grimace accusing!
camera records the
silent 'ow!' - my smile melts too,
now tears and hugging
forgive and forget
then begin again, his turn
to set me rolling!
love is for living
play for enjoying, hurts come
and we learn forgiving
4 comments:
My father speaks of such a game. He used to roll around in tires when he would visit his grandparents on Staten Island. This is a lovely, vivid poem. God bless.
Writing in Faith
This is an endearing piece and I just love it. Wonderful job, Marti. I especially was drawn to how you both were in tears but it all was ended by a hug.
And, thank you for your comment just now; you always did speak my language, friend.
I am particularly grateful for that last stanza. I'm still learning so much about forgiving (of myself and others).
The memorial stone photograph in your previous post is so beautiful. I adore rocks and stones, and am sad to have to leave all but a few very small ones behind when I move to California. At least my downstairs neighbor and I have agreed we will make a little rock garden in this New York city building's back yard with those I can't take with me.
this was like watching an old home movie in my mind...so vivid! i am particularly drawn to the wisdom in the last stanza
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