Poetry Thursday is on break, they deserve it! I had my own agenda today, anyway!
Would the world have noticed the poem I didn’t write?
Perhaps not, but would a teacher have smiled at a
shy girl’s crush — which led to her own quiet memories
of blushing years before,
of holding hands,
of secret looks
and rejuvenated herself
that harried Wednesday?
Perhaps not, but would a young boy have even finished
his homework which he hated anyway –
when he did not have a poetry book nor his parents a car
to get all the way to the library across town
had his sister not written a silly poem to go into the
report on Poems I Like?
Perhaps not, but would I have grown up
to find solace in poetry
to write beautiful words of sympathy
that another woman, nearly an enemy,
embraced more than one would dream –
had I not had those preteen moments?
Perhaps not, yet the sun would still shine
and the birds would still sing
and more children would be born
and people would go to work
and someone else would have written
but it would not have been the same
for me.
MeeAugraphie
08/16/07
Don’t bother copying these words… ’cause it just ain’t right!
Now, I sat down to write a poem with Matty and her grandchildren on my mind. Her grandson just went out of remission after 14 months. I know, he is just one of many human beings, his family is just one of many families, but what I was trying to express in my poem is we all make a difference, however slight, in someone’s life. Matty has impacted my life as a blogger. I want to impact her life in a tiny way. I declared this week Bolster Matty Week. Do me a favor, don’t comment on this poem, if you tumble onto it, just go over to Running on Empty and bolster her. If you don’t have time to say what you are feeling in your heart, just say, Happy Bolster Matty Week! She will know what is in your heart. . . ’cause she has one, too! And whatever you do, don’t tell her I sent you. . . she does not seek sympathy… not that this is sympathy, it is just BOLSTERING… heck, we are like pillows or something.
