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"verna" poems
So many years, These hands, now old, Have worked at the table, kneading and rolling dough, Testing texture, Adding raisins, Walnuts, Sugar, Sprinkling cinnamon. Warming the oven, Waiting for the dough To rise, Sliding trays onto hot racks, Marking time.... She sits on her walker's chair Looks up into the camera "Oh, don't take my picture!" But how can we not? Adding these images To the memories, To the moment. The scent of baking bread, Cinnamon, Raisins, Fills the room, With 40 years' remembering... Time stops, Time reverses. The ones who stopped in... Dad, Brother, Sister, Gram, Hired Men, Grandchildren, Neighbors passing by... Some now long gone... After all, they were Only stopping in... "To grab a bite" On their way to the barn, On their way by the farm, On their way to fields, On their way to the phone, On their way to town..., But really to stop For cinnamon, raisins, walnuts Twisted into fresh, hot bread, And a cool glass of milk.
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
"I am so thankful for "real" work!" -Verna Bouchard, 87
I remember for less than a blink of an eye a majestic V of forested slope Far below it A tiny stream blue from the sky Two low roofs a yellow patch of sun drenched beach My fingers rasping across the wood in a desperate effort and then I stood alone in a cold and rain swept night A ticket *Good, when validated, for one trip to Verna* Behind it a date, gone, long since, the ticket void, punched in a pattern of tiny holes
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
A world shrugged
I scrubbed away at their plates I need new forks and knives I tore up the white carpet that was made to be stained that once kept me occupied and distracted The mess had me wasting my time My arms reaching for more than this design For now I've come to see that this is not my destiny I am far from a 50's house wife No matter how much I was denied By my own doing or theirs I will rise and bare a new name I aim to gain I want to build yet I fear I'll be killed by my own tools If like me they recognize
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
Verna and The Architect
Apna wahi h jo humari khamoshi padh sake, Verna andaje tho begane bhe lga lete hai...
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
Khamoshiya❤