His were worn and torn, from braiding ropes
To secure his vessel, from the sea
Mine were cold, but not by choice,
And warmed, once his fingers securely,
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You tell fine stories and weave explicit emotion from moments and lives that entwine to contain the essence, each poem a kernel exposed on an open palm.
Wonderful poem, so touchy! The third and the last stanza are the best two. 'Like a fair maiden rescued by the gallant knight His hands held tightly, the reins, to my burning desire' Pure passion! Beautiful! 'Sadly, it his his hand, waving goodbye That returns me to tears..Into my open hands' Touchy! Touchy! Brings torrents of tears!
Oh wow really caught me at gallant knight though I was already quite engaged. Lovely touch with your father :)
A heartfelt rememberence to those who filled my life with their love and care... so often layed to rest as forgotten feelings in a trade for dreams of the future... it's a sweet moment to remember my mom and dad through your pen.