My new, rustic kitchen table,
Swallows completely my turbulent state,
I feel calm like the ocean's near stillness,
As it holds its breath and waits
For the good company of a moonlit night.
I place hand painted china cups down, that catches the sunlight,
They are from my grandmother's house on Upper Leeson Street,
Now its white door and sash windows are tightly closed.
Her tender smile and my grandfather's ambition to remain solo,
I place her kindness in a Waterford Crystal bowl,
It overflows
Caressing the table with her honeyed embrace.
I find an old black and white photo
Of my mam and dad on horseback,
They trot the horses onto the woodchip gallop,
The horses break into a canter, they are forever free.
I sprinkle rose petals red, yellow and pink
Over our open hearts that give a mischievous wink.
We journey on holidays to Killarney,
The tides of seasons collide.
Mam and dad spread their happiness on my new table,
I have settled in my new home,
Time is quiet here, an even balance.
Passion is part of the earth's drive,
To console our hearts to survive,
My table is now full of hope and love,
The skies keep smiling down from the heavens above.
Lovely! Lovely! Lovely! Lovely! I cannot say " lovely" enough times about this poem that captures the readers' hearts and souls from the very first. We relate to the journey our family's prized possessions so well and tenderly used give us when they are gone but their life remains in a tea cup, a vase, a flower's fragrance, a photograph- -thank you so much for stirring our memories as well. 10++++ and onto my fav with this lovely, lovely, lovely poem!
Where are you, my dear poetress? This is an old poem from last year--which I loved---but where are you? This PH member misses your pen!
Hi Susan...great to hear from you..I'm looking forward to reading more of your superb poems!
A very beautiful write transcending the inner joy and peace you enjoy in your new house near your new table. The porcelain teacups that belonged to your grandma and the photo frame of your parents take you back to the sweet times you had and the warmth of love you experienced once.
Hazel Durham was last seen on PoemHunter on 25 November 2020…
A beautiful, nostalgic rendition exquisitely crafted from the heart. Lovely and very passionate. Happy New Year, Hazel. Remain enriched.
This wonderful poem is ranked #21 on the Best Poems of The Members" listed on PoemHunter today. Congratulations, dear poet.
Congratulations on this poem securing Rank #30 on Best Members Poems today. All the best, Hazel!
This magnificent poem is ranked high among the "Best Poems of Members" featured on PoemHunter today. A lovely poem, " I sprinkle rose petals red, yellow and pink / Over our open hearts that give a mischievous wink. "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem with mixture of imagery, metaphors and nature. I pick the last stanza: To console our hearts to survive, My table is now full of hope and love, The skies keep smiling down from the heavens above.100++++