Daddy's Hand

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balding velvet covered kneelers

without a cheating look would know just when


first organ notes surging from the balcony

pouring over the rail and falling on my head


change of glint to matte in the mural's gold

as I winked at the ceiling this eye then that


only a few things in church I enjoyed like

the feel of your round warm hand reaching for mine


tiny with slender fingers stretched to the point of pain

interlaced with yours as thick as bell chords


afraid to move for fear you'd see

how mismatched and pull away apologetically


stubbornly I'd fight the throbbing ache

to hold my Daddy's hand


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Sharin Lambert 5 years ago

Quite beautiful, poignant infact. You have such a way of turning those ever so sweet, yet painful flashes of memory into golden orniments on the tree of life :)


PWalker281 5 years ago

Lovely poem! Rated up and beautiful.


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Patricia Costanzo 5 years ago from Behind the Redwood Curtain Author

Thanks Sharin, sweet comment.

Hi PWalker, thanks for coming by.


pattilohr 5 years ago

I fought a tear. Very lovely


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Patricia Costanzo 5 years ago from Behind the Redwood Curtain Author

Patti your not supposed to get teary. This is the first poem I've written about him since he died that isn't sad.


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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States

I read this some time ago, but it has an even more special poignancy now.


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Patricia Costanzo 5 years ago from Behind the Redwood Curtain Author

Does it Tom?


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Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States

Yes. So thank you.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

I read it once, and wondered where it was going, but I trust your mind and poetry so much, so by the time I was half way through I could feel my heart fluttering in my chest.

Then when I read it again, I could let my tears flow.

Patricia, you have a fan!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

I was so overwhelmed by the poem that I wandered off, not having clicked any buttons... Voted UP and BEAUTIFUL.


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Patricia Costanzo 5 years ago from Behind the Redwood Curtain Author

Oh TL I reached you! That is when a poem is truly completed. Big smiles over here.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

It reached me all right. I have had this picture in my mind all day: "with slender fingers stretched to the point of pain".

What a beautiful analogy. My mind raced back in time, and I was there, And believe me, I could feel my fingers stretched. Wonderful work, Patricia.

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