Hands ...
One tiny finger poking through the hole in her
happy kitten mitten
touching window frosting chill
delicate fragile fingertip
aching for the warmth
on the other side
~~~~~
Cooly folded.
One atop the other.
Elegantly cultivated confidence.
Quietly calm.
Resting art in their beauty.
Eternally in peaceful repose.
~~~~~
Grizzled grumpy and stumpy. Used
and useful. Scarred, calloused,
nails bitten to the quick and still
dirt finds its way beneath. And with the
delicacy of a hummingbird extracting its meal
from a bloom, clumsy mits gather a bouquet
of buttercups, tulips, lilacs, honeysuckle and tears
to lovingly place upon her grave ~
~~~~~
Frozen little nose joined
fingertip on window longing
chattering chin accompanies
quivering knees in the saddest tune
crumpling ...
Oh
Grizzled hands, loving hands
wrap kitten mittens in aching
longing
and gently carries her to the inside
warm.
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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