Strength Poem by Martin Greyford
Strength
That strong right hand that
once balanced our
young sons near the sky,
once tossed bales of
straw each August,
once pitched no-hitters
after sunday picnics,
once tenderly stroked
my once-auburn hair.
That hand
now crudely arches to grasp a
bamboo cane and
now trembles as you reverently
bow your feeble body in prayers
and give thanks for the years
of that strong right hand.
once tenderly stroked my once-auburn hair... a thanksgiving for all the strength, love and care you received from the strong right hand......... thank you very much for this poem my dear poet. tony
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4/26/2024 3:19:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well thought out and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing Martin.