Just one icicle
Laid across a tiny hand
Taught her about life
Her daddy placing it there
Let her understand his love
He watched her screwing up her little face, looking out the window trying to see the 'icicle things.' Taking her hand he brought her outside and broke one from the eaves. Placing it across her palm he remained silent but she knew he watched her still. It was cold, she remembered... and wet, as it melted within her hand's warmth. 'Do you see now, mon petite?' he asked after a moment. She nodded, in awe, and realized for the first time that Daddy did understand her. "It's dying, Daddy," and sadly held out her nearly empty hand. "No, mon petite, it is not dying. It's saying 'thank you'.' She smiled at him and for both it was enough...
Through your mind and limited sight we visit loveland. What an understanding father wanting to have his daughter know life! Your words allow others to 'see' what you could not, and to realize that beauty is found in frozen water in more ways than in ice. How wonderful is your choice of words, and how delicately you lay them on us though your masterful writing. - With love, - Bill
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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truly nice...
Art Sun...
Carole~
Edwin
-gene.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
thanks Myrna,
stan
Through your mind and limited sight we visit loveland. What an understanding father wanting to have his daughter know life! Your words allow others to 'see' what you could not, and to realize that beauty is found in frozen water in more ways than in ice. How wonderful is your choice of words, and how delicately you lay them on us though your masterful writing. - With love, - Bill
Cheers,
Dan