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The Clasp

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She was four, he was one, it was raining, we had colds,
we had been in the apartment two weeks straight,
I grabbed her to keep her from shoving him over on his
face, again, and when I had her wrist
in my grasp I compressed it, fiercely, for a couple
of seconds, to make an impression on her,
to hurt her, our beloved firstborn, I even almost
savored the stinging sensation of the squeezing,
the expression, into her, of my anger,
"Never, never, again," the righteous
chant accompanying the clasp. It happened very
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Empty Capitalist 25 November 2020
I love you so much
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Khairul Ahsan 26 December 2018
'This was her mother, one of the two whom she most loved, the two who loved her most, near the source of love was this.' - Loved the thoughts the poem leaves behind these lines. Loved the comment of Adrian Flett.
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Glen Kappy 26 December 2018
i like how olds turns vignettes into verse, into detailed recollections. what is unspoken in this one is the sting of guilt, the regret. but the potential for meanness is in most or all of us if the triggers to it arise. -gk
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Edward Kofi Louis 26 December 2018
Open eyes took me! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Adrian Flett 26 December 2018
'she learned me' Interesting use of the word learned and how the mum 'learned' from near the source of love. This poem drives into that zone or area of that source.
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Deepak S S 26 December 2018
This is a masterpiece by Sharon, no matter how many times your read it, everytime you will feel new experience.
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Colleen Courtney 15 May 2014
I can also remember the first time own daughter looked at me with that unbelievable look of, but wait, you're my mom! Lovely poem.
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Saadat Tahir 01 June 2009
yes every day happening...but not something ull forget in a long time...the angels might forget and take it in stride....you will surely remeber and relive poignant sensitising and great vwrite tenner cheers
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Bill Grace 12 April 2006
One of the English essayists I was required to read ages ago said that if you strike a child it can be forgiven only if it done in the heat of the moment and without premeditation. This may be the thought of E. M. Forrester, but I don't think so, and my mind does not seem to be able to help with a more exact source. 'The Clasp' is undergirded by this wonderful sensitivity and the courage to share a frequent phenomenon of being a parent. I hope someday to find more of your work here or someplace in the universe because it speaks of what Paul Tillich's literary executor once referred to as the integrity of language. Bill Grace
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Michael Philips 19 January 2005
This poem rings with truth. I know that 'What's this? ' look from a child - the sudden realization that you're not always on their side. Olds brings this out so succinctly and beautifully. I had never thought about it before.
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