Leaves Of Gold Poem by Robert Charles Howard
Leaves Of Gold
The artist leaned in slowly
to his daughter’s sculpted visage,
placed a slender leaf of gold
across her ceramic brow
and gently pressed it with his brush.
But for all his art and craft he knew
no gilder’s foil was half so dear
as the child with half-closed eyes –
with mother’s tender brush
caressing strands of finest gold -
singing her to sleep.
December, 2008
Perfect picture here of parental pride in the gift of an offspring - - a golden piece of penning and thank you for this shine in my day........... from Fay.
Your words easily portray the movement going on. In other words, this is like a mini-video of a scene from real life. Alive and full of feelings ending with a lovely painted mother and child. Very well done.
Amazing, the tender and compassion you show in your writing is like a fine vintage and becomes only more rare the farther our world progresses... it is truly a joy to read your works.
The artist can never truly capture the tenderness of maternal love - though, I must admit, in this poem, he makes a pretty wonderful fist of it. Another beauty from a favorite wordsmith. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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What a beautiful poem. Tender and very expressive of fatherly love. A 10 indeed, Sir Robert. May you have a very happy Christmas season. Richard