Monday, October 6, 2008


We are lovely shades of raisins and hazelnut
and coffee-milk brown. We belong
to different decades but we share the same span-
same hands and the same fingers connect us.
Sometimes we clench our fists and boil inside.
Other times flushed palms reach out,
enfolding us one to the other.

*reposting this for my daughters, Rick and Thema


rebecca said...

beautiful, simply beautiful.

dsnake1 said...

wow! this is so lovely.

Dick said...


Scott Clawson said...

You hit the heart of the family unit, right on target! It's the soul connections that is so unbreakable in families. Great poem.

susan said...

Thank you all,
I wasn't feeling well so I've been away for a few days. Will be making my rounds to read and comment at your respective sites. I really appreciate how supportive you are.

odessa said...

hi susan!
i really love this one, short and sweet. especially this line "Sometimes we clench our fists and boil inside."

thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment on my blog. hope you feel better.

Jade said...

very sweet

Linda - Nickers and Ink said...

Love the imagery here.



susan said...

I really like that line, too.
Oh, and I like what you do. Thanks for coming by.
Thanks for taking time to say what you like here.

S.L. Corsua said...

This is greatly symbolic of what we pass on to those who have just begun treading their own paths. I hope your children read it to their own children someday. ;) Cheers.

Raven said...

Beautiful poem.

Quiet Paths said...

This is really lovely; it says so much with few words... I can connect with the connections of which you write.