The Two Sisters.
two sisters
stand
side by side
smiling at me
cherry blossom
falling
like pink snowflakes
they
they
coat the grey pavement
with colour
in the monotone world
of the fifties.
of the fifties.
they
reared me
reared me
hauled me up
wiped my nose
straitened my parting
told me
"stand up tall".
I've put this in a bit early as I don't want to miss the dVerse OpenLinkNight Week 42
Anyway the Thursday in the title is there, as I was born on a Thursday!
I've put this in a bit early as I don't want to miss the dVerse OpenLinkNight Week 42
Anyway the Thursday in the title is there, as I was born on a Thursday!
it is a nice homage to those that raised you up a bit...smiles..they coat the grey pavement of a monochrome world...love that...we need the color...smiles.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem and the pic. Still remember the cherry blossom!
ReplyDeleteReally like the pink snowflakes. (They remind me of clever things people who know how can do in photoshop but I can't).
ReplyDeleteA wonderful memoir that brings to life these two from the past, and the way that they brought color into the world.
ReplyDeleteI love these sisters! They and their care are so vividly described here.
ReplyDeleteExcuse my asking, but what is the significance of the numbers 153 to 158?
ReplyDeleteMakes no difference where you got your strength of character from Gerry, as long as you know and you remember what the two beautiful women taught you.
ReplyDeleteThat last line made me laugh for it is verbatim what my physical therapist said to me yesterday. He wasn't as wonderful as those two in the picture though---he looks more like a hobbit.
Thursday's child has far to go I believe Gerry - am I right? Love old photograph - brings back similar memories for me too.
ReplyDeleteWonderful old photo! I'm guessing a grandmother and a great-aunt?
ReplyDeleteStanding up tall is always the way to go.
Wonderful poem, Gerry.
Oh, I was born on a Saturday.
thankyou for the great comments and the bits that you liked...they help me to think into the next poem...I hope therd is a next poem...sometimes when you write one I find that I think...can I ever do that again?!!! scarey!
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