Vickie Hurtt - Thayer Poet Elegiac Lyric

Notes About The Poem

For You, Grandmother And Grandfather, At Christmas. Love Always,

                                 ~Vickie Thayer~Poetry To Ponder~

                                                    @circa 1970

  

No One Can Take Memories

THE HANDS ARE GONE, 

THAT CRADLED ME, 

TURNED THE COVERS ON MY BED, 

HANDS THAT HELPED ME BOW MY HEAD, 

KNEADED A SUPPER OF MILK AND BREAD, 

BATHED MY SKIN WITH LOVE AND HOPE,

KNITTED A HOME,

WITH NEEDLES OF WARMTH, 

SHE,

AND HIM,

AND THEIR GENTLE HANDS,

ARE LONG  GONE, 

BUT A LOVING TOUCH, 

AND LESSONS LEARNED,

FOREVER,

IN A MEMORY,

LIVES ON.

  
~Vickie Thayer~Poetry To Ponder~
                        2017

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Christopher Flaherty March 26, 2019 at 6:33 PM If only wealth was measured in Memories and Love The Meek would surely then inherit the Earth Or be the Wealthiest in Heaven Vickie Hurtt - Thayer March 28, 2019 at 7:56 PM (" Thanks Chris...I couldn't have expressed it any better my friend.

Arturo Michael December 18, 2017 at 4:00 PM Loving hands...they were and always will be... Loved your poem, Vickie... Is that you as a young lady... All the best my friend Vickie Hurtt - Thayer December 20, 2017 at 7:13 AM Yes...That's Me and My Wonderful Grandparents. Thanks, Arturo.