Treasure Island

Alison Cassidy

(6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

! ! Tiny Fingers


Tiny Fingers

Tiny fingers
pat the window
and squeal at the dog
wagging on the other side.

Tiny fingers
tease the gap
between door and jamb
and sneak them apart.

Tiny fingers
press pea and pumpkin
into orange-green
and decorate the dish.

Tiny fingers
prod my wrinkled face
and let me know,
without words,
how much I matter.

Submitted: Monday, October 12, 2009

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  • T McH (10/27/2009 7:21:00 AM)

    You know that you already had me vicariously adoring your wee grandson and here your own utter unconditional love, joy at every movement and pride leap from the page. It's gorgeous - as are you, and incidentally I haven't spotted a single wrinkle on your face. So there. :) t x (Report) Reply

  • Sonya Florentino (10/20/2009 8:45:00 AM)

    You and your grandson are simply adorable…
    His tiny fingers have tickled us all….grandma’s words have touched our soul….! (Report) Reply

  • Nimal Dunuhinga (10/16/2009 9:35:00 PM)

    Adorable tiny fingers strum the reader's heart-strings.
    And it's not a miracle as it sounds 'Cassidysm'! (Report) Reply

  • Patrick A. Martin (10/16/2009 7:06:00 AM)

    Just to sit a watch tiny fingers discovering their new world is an act of love not to mention a sheer delight. I love this piece Allie.
    Love Paddy------10 (Report) Reply

  • Elysabeth Faslund (10/14/2009 8:10:00 PM)

    Always, always, you write the pin-point, to-the-point images of love. There is NO other way to read this...it is you, your heart, and tiny fingers you so adore.xxxxxxElys
    Long time away, Alison...I'm back. (Report) Reply

  • David Harris (10/14/2009 1:41:00 PM)

    Allie, and tiny fingers leave a heart-print on your heart. Again you have spellbound us with your intricate details. The joys of your bonny grandson growing up and exploring the world. Top marks and thanks for sharing this lovely gem.
    Hugs David (Report) Reply

  • Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (10/13/2009 7:39:00 AM)

    I love every bit of this poem. 'squeal the dog' is magic and when I got to this stanza I was utterly and completely hooked! 'tiny fingers press pea and pumpkin into orange-green and decorate the dish'. Of course the last stanza is sheer delight as well. Why do we go all gooey when we read poems like this? Because we do want to matter just as you have said so well! 10 love Karin (Report) Reply

  • Fay Slimm (10/12/2009 11:55:00 PM)

    Celebrating with you the indelible marks that 'tiny fingers' leave on the heart dear Allie - - - a most loving tribute to the baby-ways which lighten our days and grace our life. - - - loved every line.....10 + ++ Fay (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Martyres (10/12/2009 11:41:00 PM)

    Oh that is so sweet Allie....Tiny fingers can really light up one's life...a very cute poem. I am happy to be the first to comment on it.10+++++++ (Report) Reply

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