Harriet James

Stone Exchange - Poem by Harriet James

She knocked and entered
I have a gift for you
What he said
You can't do

In her hand was
A stone
Was she going to throw it
Who knows

She was so unpredictable

With that she smiled
And said this is it

A stone
A simple stone
Purple brown and grey

She placed it on the table

I took it out of my heart
Our hearts
For us

And every morning since
They exchanged stones
From their hearts

Soon they had
A little pile
Of freedom

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Inspired by Nelson Mandella's little mound of stones - symbols of freedom

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 8, 2012

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