A smile for the labour ©JK.Leahy
A smile for labour
Her hands once tender
Cultivated hardened soil
Hardening her soft hands
In labour she offered you
Tired, dried, and withered
Kept in safe, warmth and fed
In her heart’s tender glow
She watched you grow
Watching growth take you
Blossomed and robust you
Moist, fed and comforted you
Then a gift arrived, packaged
In reward, for a hand tendered
You surprised her
Your first smile, a glorious bloom
For the hardened hand
Her heart lifted
And smiled
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Beautiful poem, Joycelin, with some lovely imagery.
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🙂 thank you my friend.
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I loved your poem, JL! You don’t often post poetry, so it was lovely to see and read. 🙂
Catch up time for me today! We’ve been out most of the weekend with Kieran (grandson) and last night I eventually got round to two blog awards – the one you nominated me for being one of them. Talk again soon. 🙂
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Oh lovely – I am glad you caught up with your awards – Miss Star. I am still behind in mine. Perhaps this weekend, I could bash them out. I have been schooling myself on internet marketing. I would like to have your book an other friends’ books on my blog to help you sell. Once I finish my course, I will organise. I need to put up a Page and then feature (thinking…) how best to do it.
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That sounds like an awesome idea, Joycelin, and thank you so much for thinking of me. ❤ How on earth you have time for courses with all the other things you do, I don't know. I love my new title, too! 😀
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Millie – thank you very much for liking my poem. I write a few but I feel a little shy posting them. 🙂
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Your poem was excellent and you have every reason to be proud of it! But I know what you mean about feeling shy about doing something different. Now you’ve dived in and made a start. I’ll look forward to reading the next one.
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🙂 thank you Miss Star! I’ll work on it.
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