Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership
Quote of the Day

Quote Left"The harder you work, the luckier you get."Quote Right

by Gary Player

  |  Comment

See and share Beautiful Nature Photos and amazing photos of interesting places

YOU, JUST FOUR, KISSED

Cyndi MacMillan Avatar Cyndi MacMillan - Premium MemberPremium Member Send Soup Mail Go to Poets Blog Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below is the poem entitled YOU, JUST FOUR, KISSED which was written by poet Cyndi MacMillan. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Read Poems by Cyndi MacMillan

Best Cyndi Macmillan Poems

+ Fav Poet

YOU, JUST FOUR, KISSED

your best friend
with a delicate brush to her pink cheek
in an abundance of sweet affection

They told you,
no kissing in school

So this I say to you:
love can not be contained  
travels on its own accord,
limitless, beautiful

Abide by their tight rules
for now

Then take those kisses

Bring them to nursing homes
to sooth those transparent, quacking hands
until they still with wonder,
open like new buds

Bring them to libraries...
lay your lips on the spines of books,
taste a gilded truth. 
Those tomes will welcome your gifts,
understand your lexicon

Visit jails 
while there, blow mercy 
onto cold, close bars,
exhale that kindled kindness,
let it root deeply into all the forgotten,
burn out that bitter dark...
start a change

Press your lips to Dieppe and** Auschwitz 
and old slave quarters and employment lines,
soup kitchens and abandoned farms
mental wards and sweat shops
and reopened coal mines
and rusted rails

Love, bring kisses to the crumbs of the Berlin wall,
to the invisible stains of Red Square,
to the graves of Gandhi, John Lennon, Einstein, 
to the heart of Brother Andre*

Let them land on famished children,
the foreheads of the almost dead

Much, much later,
let your mouth awaken one happy man,
fill him with gratitude 

But, finally, kiss me 
please kiss me, once again,
a daughter's tender farewell,
as I breath my last
as you kissed your little friend, long ago,
then, at last, I'll take that purity and grace 

                             home 



So, yes, a bit of rant. I get it. Germs. Appropriate behavior. Social expectations... blah blah... I will give this to her sometime in the future...

* Brother Andre's heart is kept in St Joseph's Oratory in Montreal. I have visited there and could not count the crutches and canes that line the walls... people would go into the oratory unable to walk, see, hear and leave healed. It is a part of heritage as a former montrealer and one that I hold dear. When I visit the city, I always stop for a visit and leave with a feeling of hope, wonderment and possibility... 

***the use of the 'ands' here is intentional. AND AND AND ... as though the list could go on for miles, which it could. I am trying to capture the exuberance of children and how they use ands ... ;)

May my daughter send forth that love, innocence, with a joyous heart FOREVER! 

Love to all soupers... trying to get back here... LIFE!!!!!!


Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment
  1. Date: 9/22/2013 2:27:00 PM
    Dear Cyndi, You are a priceless love and this is filled with truth.

  1. Date: 9/21/2013 5:03:00 PM
    Your poem drifted my imagination into the beauty of the dream, Cindi. The words are so warm and tender..brings me joys while reading them...thank you for sharing this.. :))