Barbara’s Poetry From The Heart Corner
Wisps of strawberry-blond hair
pink and blue ribbons steal my eyes.
I pick up her curly locks
a glint of red winks at me
think of the day I snipped it off
a crystal bead loses its way.
Hair, course as bristles on a hairbrush
recollect Jason’s stand-up troll hair
bent birthstone ring:
bundles of crayon pictures of leaning
houses and oversized suns
stick figures of parents and dogs
penned, your son, x-o-x-o at the bottom.
A well-deserved Boy Scout patch…
why didn’t I sew it on his sleeve?
His initials and fingerprints etched in a ceramic.
I sift through mementoes, most forgotten
realize my children found their way
through twisted briar patches
crooked roads and obstacles hard to climb
I grin; shut the treasure chest
tuck them away…the missing stings.
I cannot bring back those stints
life doesn’t seem fair some days
it is difficult accepting speed of time.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2006 – Use by Permission Only. Barbara’s New Thriller/Suspense Book, Jailbait is Available at lulu.com; Amazon.com; Barnes & Noble.com.