Corner Pub #2 |
Wooden Heart |
SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Wooden Heart I am nothing… But a wooden heart. A school project In 1943, by little Sophie Mae For Father’s Day. Then, when new I was painted Glossy red… ‘Daddy‘ in childish hand Was inscribed by deeply scratching Into the wood. I am very worn now But every year I am tied With an elegant bow To the Christmas tree. I have seen much … done much Since my beginning Sixty years ago. I was the ‘worry stone’ For Sophie’s father, As he served and fought For his country in World War 2. He rubbed most of my color away As he sat in the trenches, Or at night when sleep Was more than troubled. He held me tight And prayed for his daughter Sophie As he had guard duty… I have felt his tears on my wood As he has kissed gently …my inscription. I was carried into the Korean Conflict, A ‘worry stone’ once again For Sophie’s brother. Then returned to the family In a plastic bag Along with the rest of his belongings. Vietnam was next, A long ribbon tail glued To the back of me, I made a grand bookmark For the small Bible , Carried by Sophie’s husband, A medic who distinguished himself By his courage and his faith During this most Misunderstood conflict. I have seen many deaths, And many joyous births. Survived with Sophie The loss of her first born, A painful divorce From him…her love Who could not deal With the aftermath of Vietnam, Her bout with breast cancer, And a happy remarriage. I have been touched up, Several times over… My home an ornament box Of handed down To be kept, in the family Forever and ever Christmas tree decorations. Each and every year I expect to be my last. I am dinged, dented Worn thin in the center With fragments of me missing, Splintered. But no! Every year I am placed lovingly Beneath the angel topper, I have been deemed a keeper. I love Christmas A family time of rejoicing For Him …who was a gift to humankind. I see Christmas As a family time of togetherness, Counting blessings, Loving, laughing, caring, I am nothing… But a wooden heart. Yet ! I see Christmas, Ah yes! I see Christmas. My wish would be That everyone could see Christmas… Through the eyes Of a wooden heart. |
||
© Copyright 2004 das - All Rights Reserved | |||
Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SPIRIT~ This nostalgic beauty is a I pray my children value the 'memoried pieces' as tenderly as this penning depicts~ Somehow ... I believe they will~ Thank you for the sweet tears of remember~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
||
Beasley Senior Member
since 2003-11-28
Posts 682Cheboygan,MI USA |
What a marvelous poem. Nice job! Barb |
||
Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This is wonderful. I have a little homemade bell that my darling granddaughter made in school. She brought it home and gave it to me instead of her mama. It has hung on a top branch of my Christmas tree every year. The hanger came off, her grandpa glued it back. Both my little Joycie and her grandpa are gone ahead, but the little bell still hangs gaily on my tree each yuletide. Love, Joyce |
||
Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
SPIRIT: I have keepsakes like this, I use every Christmas, although not as traveled as your wooden heart. Each one brings me special memories of happy times with my children, years past. Love Betty Lou Betty Lou Hebert |
||
midnightblues Senior Member
since 2000-07-01
Posts 1597Singapore |
Dear SPIRIT, tis amazing autobiography! i could feel the anxiety and sweet reminisce in your beautiful poem thanks for sharing Love MiCheLLe If there cannot be equal in affection, then let the one with more be me - midnightblues |
||
SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Thanks for reading and responding - I appreciate it, most of my writing is strictly imagination - I love writing in the first person. |
||
PatAngel Member
since 2004-04-05
Posts 451California |
SPIRIT~ This is absolutely wonderful! I enjoyed it very much. Patricia 'When you find a dream within your heart, don't ever let it go. |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |