The chair
hugs me
holds me
like it loves me
good book good wine
couldn't be more comfy.
She appears before me
ensconced in coat, hat, scowl & scarf.
'Not now...please! '
I plead telepathically
but she doesn't speak
...telepathy.
Her mittens dangling
like an extra pair of hands.
'Come on! '
she makes me an offer I can't
refuse
giving it to me
straigt.
'I'm bringing you
for a walk! '
I try to confuse her
by telling her
her left hand shoe
is on her right hand foot
& her right hand shoe
is only a dog bitten summer sandal.
She looks
at me
with a cold
so what.
I give up
give in
know that I
can't win
laugh as I
un-comfort myself.
'I need a hand
to hold me
so the wind won't
push me about! '
We walk off
into Time
(her hand in mine)
always tis
moment
exists
for me.
MY little girl
talking my heart
.. for a walk.
As ever, my dearest one, I love and adore your Tilly poems. In this one, I especially like the line 'in coat, hat, SCOWL and scarf, ' but each line pulls me in. For instance, the beginning of your being so cosily ensconced in the chair, and her firmness, nay, her insistance, that you are being taken for a walk...I have heard of being led by the nose...but love instead the idea of your 'being led by the heart.' 'Tis just wonderful, marvelous!
Wonderfully tender - - and beautifully compressed into a gem of a piece.... enjoyed every nuance - - especially your 'little girl talking my heart - for a walk'...10 from Fay..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is so charming... little girls can do that to you (and then they grow up, and they continue to... :)