orphan, hold your charms close

orphan, hold your charms close

they moved you / from the country to the city
there is more than dust on the window / you stare out of

there is sense in sighing / but don’t stifle your song
remember how your mother sang

remember how your father made you fly
how you floated in the air

remember the sense of those
never take them off

keep singing / learn to fly someday yourself
spread your smile and your charm

there is sense in that / in you

/ / /

This poem was written using the twelve words of Wordle 402 at The Sunday Whirl.

12 thoughts on “orphan, hold your charms close

  1. Really like this Richard. I would think that becoming an orphan, on any level, must carry with it a sense of abandonment so deep and dark it might feel like a hole that can never be filled. Your tone, in this poem, is wonderful, full of caring yet respectful, loving without overdoing it. Yet, still pointing out a way to fill that hole. My father was an orphan of sorts, yet he was able to be a gentle man with a great deal of wisdom to offer to others. I’d like to think that someone, somewhere said just such words to him.

    Elizabeth

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    • Elizabeth, thank you so much for your thoughtful comments. Once I had the idea to address an orphan directly, it just seemed the direction to go. Our parents are so important to us – but so is kindness in the face of loss. We need more kind words.

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      • I can’t agree with you more. We seem to be living in a world that is somehow losing it’s sense of compassion, far more concerned with ‘Number One’ than anything else. That is perhaps why I had such a strong response to your words. Although, as children, we were told that our father had been put up for adoption when he was six months old, we found his papers after my Mother died. He was sold into indenture-ship by his mother.Then put into foster care at age four. And one must remember that this was during the deepest Depression this country has ever known. When he was 21, his foster mother gave him his papers and he sought out his biological family. I was 16 or 17 before I finally understood that the old woman who lived with my uncle, was actually my biological grandmother. My father was the cornerstone of my emotional support when I was growing up and it has always amazed me to know how loving and gentle he was in spite of that background.

        Elizabeth
        https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/05/05/barefoot-reverie/

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        • Elizabeth, wow! I can see why you have so much admiration for your father. I just don’t have words right now for his situation; it’s hard to comprehend. All the more to consider how lucky we are, to enjoy what we have when and while we have it – and to be aware of the history of others, that they may not have been so lucky.

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