Echoes of Grace fill this cup
that you hold clenched in your hands like life itself
and yet
I can’t help but think that the best part of the winning
was the sharing
and that moment when you reached over to whisper in my ear
something about Grace that I had long ago
quite forgotten.
She and I held a cup,
A cup of happiness.
We won!
I told myself,
But I did not care about it,
I care about our friendship more,
More than anything in this world,
For we are like sister
And we will stay forever.
She is happy,
I told myself,
I can see that.
I am happy too.
I want our smiles to last forever,
And so for our friendship.
We knew each other for a long time now,
Our friendship is very strong.
The children are grown,
gently shooed out of the nest.
Though our basements, closets, and garages still
do double duty as storage sheds for the lingering
remains of their younger years.
It’s our time now.
Remember that list of “somedays” we wrote?
You know – on the napkins at your wedding
And the scraps of paper at my baby shower?
We vowed we’d do all those crazy things we put off
“Too busy carting them around”
“Maybe when the kids are grown”
It’s our time now.
Slap on that wacky hat, my friend.
Bring out the bucket of paint.
We’re painting the town red.
We’re not going home until every damned item
gets crossed off those lists.
It’s our time now.
K and K have always been winners
from the same day they were born
to just last night.
trophies and charms follow them through life
often given to each other by the other
just when they were needed
This one is from a student of mine. When I told her that I was writing poetry to these prompts, she tried a few. She wanted me to post this one for her:
Today is the day my friend won
We are proud
because in this trophy we hold
is an unforgettable memory
that is called courage.
New blog post: #NPM2012: Prompt 5 http://t.co/dcYJdatt
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Echoes of Grace fill this cup
that you hold clenched in your hands like life itself
and yet
I can’t help but think that the best part of the winning
was the sharing
and that moment when you reached over to whisper in my ear
something about Grace that I had long ago
quite forgotten.
Kevin
The podcast: http://cinch.fm/dogtrax/poetry-podcasts/417183
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#NPM2012: Prompt 5 #academics http://t.co/HGcw11r0
She and I held a cup,
A cup of happiness.
We won!
I told myself,
But I did not care about it,
I care about our friendship more,
More than anything in this world,
For we are like sister
And we will stay forever.
She is happy,
I told myself,
I can see that.
I am happy too.
I want our smiles to last forever,
And so for our friendship.
We knew each other for a long time now,
Our friendship is very strong.
“Looks like we made it”
The children are grown,
gently shooed out of the nest.
Though our basements, closets, and garages still
do double duty as storage sheds for the lingering
remains of their younger years.
It’s our time now.
Remember that list of “somedays” we wrote?
You know – on the napkins at your wedding
And the scraps of paper at my baby shower?
We vowed we’d do all those crazy things we put off
“Too busy carting them around”
“Maybe when the kids are grown”
It’s our time now.
Slap on that wacky hat, my friend.
Bring out the bucket of paint.
We’re painting the town red.
We’re not going home until every damned item
gets crossed off those lists.
It’s our time now.
I wonder?
The librarian’s gauntlet has been thrown
Google is consulted
Quotation marks are applied
Initials are removed
Voila!
I found it!
Want to know too?
Librarians never TELL
They only recommend
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K and K have always been winners
from the same day they were born
to just last night.
trophies and charms follow them through life
often given to each other by the other
just when they were needed
This one is from a student of mine. When I told her that I was writing poetry to these prompts, she tried a few. She wanted me to post this one for her:
Today is the day my friend won
We are proud
because in this trophy we hold
is an unforgettable memory
that is called courage.