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| native dancer
Advanced Member Username: nativedancer Post Number: 361 Registered: 12-2004 |
The other evening when she and Chris stopped by after work I took her hand as they were preparing to leave and discovered that her skin was as dry and rough as mine that scalybark winter skin that comes to plague me every year but what's remarkable I thought is I hadn't noticed it before not that we hold hands a lot I guess we don't but over the years it is strange I hadn't recognized the resemblance but then too I never knew she could make her knee joints pop just like mine until Chris brought it up when I mentioned her skin and then of course Robert had to chime in about the Lineberger knot the way that bone the occipital or parietal whatever it is protrudes at the base of her skull and mine which in the days when I was getting regular haircuts used to make me have to tell the barber not too short back there and that's another thing her hair grows as fast as mine and she has to get a cut every few weeks just to be able to manage it and Lord knows what she tells the girl at Heintz Beauty Salon but none of these quite comes up to how for years everybody has noticed that she and I both run a low-grade fever or some kind of heated thing in the blood making it difficult for anyone to ever sleep with either of us unless it's one of those winters from hell we hardly ever see around here anymore or when the flu descends the way it did just this last November and everybody was racked with chills and piling on the quilts till her own mother perhaps wished how hot she too could be if only for just one night (Message edited by nativedancer on February 19, 2006) | ||
| ~M~
Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 6647 Registered: 11-1998 |
There is such a subtle appreciation, dare I call it love, from the narrator for the "she" in this poem, j. Regardless, for me, this was a love poem. And a very fine one at that. People can exist in our sphere for quite a while before we actually begin to notice and appreciate them. This relationship between them seems to be blossoming like a flower. Slow, careful, deliberate -- hardly noticeable under you're standing there seeing the inner core. Lovely work, j. It made me contemplate those I love and want to really look at them. Thank you for that. Love, M | ||
| native dancer
Advanced Member Username: nativedancer Post Number: 363 Registered: 12-2004 |
thanks, M. I was hoping the title would convey that the "she" is the narrator's daughter. and yeah, they definitely share the Lineberger knot lol! (and chris is her husband, and robert is her brother.) gratefully, jim (Message edited by nativedancer on February 19, 2006) | ||
| Anastacia Donovan
Valued Member Username: sulis Post Number: 224 Registered: 03-2002 |
I do not have a relationship such as this with my father so i read your piece with great curiosity. I felt sad and that I have missed something pretty wonderful. That said Your poem flowed smoothly and carried me along gently building the emotion steadily. Ana | ||
| native dancer
Advanced Member Username: nativedancer Post Number: 364 Registered: 12-2004 |
ana, we haven't always been close, but we've gotten moreso over the years. guess i had some growing up to do, huh? thanks so much. jim | ||
| Laurel K Dodge
Advanced Member Username: laurel Post Number: 160 Registered: 07-2003 |
Ah, see? Your comment breaks my heart and gives me hope all at the same time. I'd like to believe that eventually my father and I would've figured out how to talk to each other. I already told you I love this poem. I'll tell you again. Lucky you that you can hold her hand. Lucky her. | ||
| native dancer
Advanced Member Username: nativedancer Post Number: 365 Registered: 12-2004 |
thanks, laurel. in this area, i've always felt that you and i share a special understanding. i'm really so pleased to read another comment from you. jim | ||
| Laurie Byro
Advanced Member Username: lauriette Post Number: 1549 Registered: 11-2003 |
I came to this late, but liked it all the same. Those little details that make us connected to one another. good poem Jim, very tender laurie | ||
| Gary Blankenship
Senior Member Username: garyb Post Number: 6805 Registered: 07-2001 |
I also saw love perhaps a twin, but not daught. Well written and fun. Smiles. Gary A River Transformed The Dawg House December Fireweed | ||
| native dancer
Advanced Member Username: nativedancer Post Number: 366 Registered: 12-2004 |
aw, shoot, laurie, thanks. i haven't got my arms around that new one of yours yet, so forgive me for running a little late too lol. gary, twins, huh? now that's interesting. thanks, always ... jim |
