Poem no.2 : This time is ours <\/p>\n
We sit together and I hold your hand;
\nCauled in a silence
\nThat falls between us like a winter snow.
\nSometimes words elude you –
\nSometimes you speak but the meaning is not clear.
\nThen wordless touch calls you here, to me;
\nAnd so we sit together and I hold your hand. <\/p>\n
Your slender fingers arc and curl in mine
\nAnd, braille-like, patiently,
\nI trace your history in each worn palm.
\nThose hands toiled a generation;
\nGraceful craftsman’s fingers
\nHardened and calloused
\nBy more than you were called to do. <\/p>\n
You mended fences, built new byres,
\nPatiently grew crops and daughters,
\nWorked from sun to sun,
\nThen told us stories as we fell asleep. <\/p>\n
Now, caught in the mist of long-forgotten days,
\nI have become your anchor to the present moment.
\nThis time, this present moment, is what we have.
\nAnd so we sit together and I hold your hand. <\/p>\n
(c) Anne McMaster 2016 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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