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Sifting Hands Through Sand, an Old Photo

Sitting in the sand,
sifting sand through hands,
the warmth remarkable.
To touch is a thing she does
to know what’s real,
and this place holds happiness
in crashing surf,
and seagull cry.

Around her neck, a mustard seed
drops into the pale blue of her bathing suit.
The dark curls of her hair
are tied down with clips and rubberbands.
Don’t dare take a picture,
her eyes say,
don’t dare take a picture of me
pale and watching and alone,
hold me instead against your basket
of warm milk and jelly sandwiches,
sing me water music with words
that say okay to be so lost and afraid,
okay to be so angry.

Is it okay to be pale in this land of sun,
to glare at the camera’s eye,
to be angry at the mustard seed?
Belief, was why,
and faith, she wore it.
Each day she’d think all things are possible
today my hands will only be
little girl hands in the sand,
sifting hands through sand.

© Copyright 2001 Martie Odell-Ingebretsen - All Rights Reserved
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Hey, this is wonderful! I had it all pictured in my mind. Well worded in many places as well, I like the style of this one.
"hold me instead against your basket
of warm milk and jelly sandwiches"
This part hit me especially. Great job!
~Allan


If I had your eyes, I'd be blind. For I can only see out of my own. ~~Carly Van Dort

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Great poem.
Well done! I liked it.



I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust.

I'm in love with my shadow
I admire it daily
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"Each day she’d think all things are possible
today my hands will only be
little girl hands in the sand,
sifting hands through sand."

The thoughts and memories that can surface with a picture are often deep and complicated. You make such beautiful sense of it all. I especally like the quoted stanza. Thanks for sharing.

"Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel."-Machiavelli

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Ah Martie....let's go back to the sandbox, shall we? This is so tender, and so like you...
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5 posted 03-22-2001 07:40 PM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Martie~
I can only be swept up in your memories
and appreciate the 'sharing' of an old photo.

Sometimes ... very much like you ...
I hold a memoried photograph
just to make sure it won't fade from my heart.

I love you, my friend.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing yours.
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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