Come touch me, child.
My withering skin comes to me fast.
It wont be long until I'm gone...
And much I have to share,
To give and remember still
Will collect like dust and fade away!
Come sit with me today
And connect this link
That should not break or rust ignored!
Keep this moment stored within you...
And pass this treasure on!
Come touch me, child.
This ancestor wants nothing better
Than to leave you with the keys
To unlock your wealth...
Whenever you are in doubt
Or left in search to find an identity,
You must keep proud and flaunt about.
Come touch me, child.
I will not let you wander in darkness!
Come touch me,
Before my light is turned out.
This is a romantic piece. It is staged very much like the Ancient Mariner and uses that plot structure well. You have kept well on the right side of sentiment by not becoming too sentimental.
Haunting and tender poem, Lawrence. It's kind of like Longfellow or Whittier at their best. Sweet sentiments about the value of both age and youth.
A touching write; reminds me of the day before my grandmother's death; unfortuantely, she was so doped up from the morphine, she could barely say my name. In her honor, I wrote a short poem entitled 'In Remembrance of Grandmother.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lawrence, this is simply beautiful....................All the best, Diane