the open night - mothers right hand

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Open Poetry #48

the open night - mothers right hand

Tomer
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since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2012-10-05 08:55 PM

His mother use to touch his head
until his eyes would slowly ease into
the white sheets of his twin size bed

She had a small necklace
diamond stud
that seemed to hang in the air for so long
it crossed the bridge of time
onto the small, rose cheeks
of her sons face

It was the nights unwritten silence
that brought them together
windows faced outward
trees shadowed the outer hills for shelter

Their time
a small beige room
his fingers calmly in tune
on every word she spoke
each breathe slower than the next
until he fell asleep
With her hands cradling his chest.

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

1 posted 2012-10-13 05:58 PM

Very nice...James

Lady Goodman
Member

since 2012-10-04

Posts 193

2 posted 2012-10-13 10:30 PM

I love your stuff.

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

3 posted 2012-10-14 05:20 PM

James-

I appreciate the love...take care

Cheers

Tomer

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

4 posted 2012-10-14 05:20 PM

Lady-

I'm happy you enjoy it. Means a lot.

Cheers

Tomer

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