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bth_hands

 
"look how shriveled they've become"
she speaks hushed and somber
staring at her withered hands
she doesn't recognize them 

fingers filled with life's warm glow
now pail, unsteady, swollen
digits used to grab life's tail
fiddling with blankets draped upon her

the perfect fit when she was born
her suit stretched and gathered
worn out by time and overuse
she longs for heaven's tailor

a trembling wave she offers
with appendages of little use
she'll hold on tight as best she can
as days keep slipping through

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bdl
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Posted on September 18, 2013, in Poems and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 21 Comments.

  1. Pretty nice post. I just stumbled upon your blog and wanted to say that
    I have truly enjoyed surfing around your blog posts. After all I’ll be subscribing to
    your feed and I hope you write again soon!

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  2. קריאה נוספת

    Highly energetic article, I loved that a
    lot. Will there be a part 2?

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  3. Thanks for stopping by and liking my poem. 🙂 Your blog is really cool.

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  4. Beautiful, Brian. As we age we tend to notice not permanence but transience. A long life still comes to the conclusion that short lives have come to already. And yet there is a permanence in it all anyway, for as C.S. Lewis said, “You’ve never met a mere mortal.” We are all eternal beings. I thank God I’m spending eternity with him.

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  5. Beautiful and sensitive. Our elders show us how to relinquish graciously the things of youth. We observe in their diminishing the preparations of Heaven. So often it seems that they are taken from this world in gentle increments. But then comes the explosion of light and the Elder Brother. Go on You Tube and look for the recitation “Go Down Death” by Wintley Phipps.

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  6. Reblogged this on Preston Byrd and commented:
    True. Bold. Wise. Fearless. Thanks for sharing. ~ Preston Byrd

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  7. You’ve got to come look at this blog post sometime. http://vozey.wordpress.com/2013/09/19/to-all-the-goons/. It’s a prank and I’ve already got likes flooding in. Some people are so shallow…

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  8. The amazing thing I’ve noticed about aging is that when you are young death is a bad thing that we attempt to avoid. Well… those of us with brains attempt to avoid…

    But when you are old and your body doesn’t allow you such grace, we pray for death’s relieving embrace.

    Who are the coffin dodgers now?

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    • well said. this poem was inspired by a dear friend I visited in a nursing home today. she said she was ready to “go home.”

      wisdom, ~bdl

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      • My wife’s grandma says she is ready anytime. My grandma left for that place just a few weeks ago.

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        • my grandmother passed away August 10 of this year after a long difficult last few days.

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          • Well, thankfully, my grandma went in her sleep. Monday, September 2.

            I didn’t get to spend as much time with her as I liked, but I don’t think that is ever the case. She lived 5 hours away in Oklahoma.

            I also realize that when my in-laws pass away and my mother, those will be hard times. Yet, in a way, I feel I’ve already been through the worst, because my wife and I lost a child at birth. Its never easy, but you get strong.

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