Friday, November 30, 2018

Five Cherries

@skyloverpoetry



Cradling five cherries
in my palm, I feel the weight
not of crimson fruit,
but of your fingertips
when I was mother to the child.



For Toni's inspiring prompt, Mono No Aware in the Imaginary Garden.
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22 comments:

  1. MarianNovember 30, 2018 at 12:51 PM

    *bursts into tears*

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-WadeNovember 30, 2018 at 1:46 PM

    Heart-rending!

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    1. Kerry O'ConnorNovember 30, 2018 at 2:51 PM

      So proud of my daughters but miss them a whole lot.

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  3. ✿November 30, 2018 at 2:24 PM

    This is so sweet. A bit melancholy, but for me, such a timely reminder to treasure their smallness and closeness while I can.

    My oldest turns 16 next week, but my youngest is still 4.

    ~Shawna

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    1. Kerry O'ConnorNovember 30, 2018 at 2:52 PM

      Both my girls are in their mid-twenties and live and work in a city far from home. Treasure those moments, Shawna.

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  4. Ron.November 30, 2018 at 4:31 PM

    Perfection for the prompt. Perfection, even without it. Perfection.

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  5. HelenNovember 30, 2018 at 6:54 PM

    I love the deeply profound message in your poem. We are mothers forever.

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  6. Magaly GuerreroNovember 30, 2018 at 7:10 PM

    Now, I am craving cherries. They look so much bigger here.

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  7. JennaNovember 30, 2018 at 7:12 PM

    Thank you for this beautiful poem, and for the photo. The photo of the handwritten poem and the cherries makes the message hit home.

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  8. Yvonne OsborneNovember 30, 2018 at 8:42 PM

    Wonderfully succinct and melancholy. Mother, always.

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  9. MillieNovember 30, 2018 at 9:35 PM

    I agree with Marian. This one is quite moving.

    -Teresa

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  10. tonispencerNovember 30, 2018 at 9:44 PM

    Lovely poem. I never was a mother or had much to with children. Burn I can relate with kittens. Lovely presentation. Thank you for posting to my prompt

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  11. Sherry Blue SkyNovember 30, 2018 at 10:17 PM

    So poignant, the memories of those busy, fulfilling years. It is hard once they are grown and out in the world.............a beautiful poem, my friend.

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  12. purplepeninportland.comNovember 30, 2018 at 10:30 PM

    So perfect for this prompt, Kerry. Wistful, yet accepting.

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  13. grapelingDecember 1, 2018 at 6:10 AM

    wondrous, Kerry ~

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  14. rallentandaDecember 1, 2018 at 4:45 PM

    Very moving poem.

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  15. brudbergDecember 1, 2018 at 7:23 PM

    Moving... a reminder of how time runs. The fact you mention the weight of those cherries is a lovely detail that made me think of the hand that's no longer there...

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