As she stares
through the window
sweating, with uncertainty
her finger paints
him on a pane
framed by a wooden sash
She draws his eyes, hollow
adds two hearts, filled
with their children’s names
and presses her lips on them
Warm breath thaws the scene
She scribbles peace signs
as she prays, Return, enduring
like a sun-baked rock from
Afghanistan’s mountains
— t. l. cummings
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Poignant and moving.
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Thank you, Jane.
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This is so very powerful, and like Jane said, poignant.
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Thank you, Betty.
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The image that your words present is very moving, the window pane, framing the pain. .. And thank you for following my blog/website, muchly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, I’m from Geelong, Australia. I’m always interested in how you came upon my site. Cheers. Ivor
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Thank you, Ivor, for following and visiting my blog as well. I happened across your blog when reading another blogger. Perhaps it was Shefali, but I’m not sure. When I read another blog I like, I check to see who that person follows. Then I check out those blogs and follow the ones I enjoy reading. I look forward to reading more of your work. How wonderful it is to converse with others around the world. I live in little ole Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, USA.
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I’ve just sent you one of favourite poems, only a small verse, and yes, I do enjoy the wonders and the warmth of this world site.
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Thank you so much.
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