Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Damage

Her back
is smooth and straight
unblemished by the weight
of 20,000 settings of the sun.
Her hands
are soft and clean
uncalloused by the mean
work of scraping by
to be someone.

Beautiful and young.
She's not yet the damage that she's done.

She puts her hand in mine,
and I wrap her in the life lines lived
and left unforgiven.
She sees wisdom in my wear,
a sage that I'm not sure is there,
but for her I'll take care to keep pretending.

So beautiful and young.
She can't know the damage that I've done.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

22 comments:

Fireblossom said...

"She sees wisdom in my wear,
a sage that I'm not sure is there,
but for her I'll take care to keep pretending."

I love that.

Sylvia K said...

Oh, yes!! I love those lines as well! Terrific, as always!!

Laura said...

Oh to be human… beautiful writing.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Oh to be young and innocent once again... walk down that path.. tempting! :D
Loved your poem..! It sparked a lot of memories :D
xoxo

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This is poignant and beautiful. This

"She sees wisdom in my wear,
a sage that I'm not sure is there,
but for her I'll take care to keep pretending."

is wisdom beyond words. Thanks, Mosk

Timoteo said...

"she's not yet the damage that she's done"

That is brilliant, Mama!

hedgewitch said...

Nothing marks like damage we do--nothing worth protecting but those we love. Very natural, seamless feel and flow to this, like the way life should happen.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is breathtaking, Kelli......."she cant know the damage that I've done". How these words resonate.

Björn Rudberg said...

Maybe pretending is what we have to do sometimes.. love the feeling in this, there are different way to care, and hope.

Susie Clevenger said...

As a mother of two girls I can certainly relate. I am grieving some mistakes I made at the moment.

Gail said...

Powerful words full of love.

I love it!

colleen said...

I love the description, weight of setting sun and the effects of scraping by.
The end leaves a question open.

Marian said...

Oh gah, this is perfect.

Hannah said...

This makes me want to bawl. Trying to be that for our kids it's so huge and yet, for me...I feel so small most of the time.

Ella said...

As a mother, I could feel this rawness blister my skin. It is a job like no other~ We do the best we can-for the most part!

grapeling said...

damn. tears. my sons. ~

Sioux said...

Rhyme and poignancy and brevity?

Wow.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

As Buddah said, poignant and beautiful. And it seems to me redolent of truth, therefore deeply satisfying.

Kim Nelson said...

Utterly lyrical and filled with the wisdom of age and perspective and love.

Susan said...

As a daughter, I know how loaded those perceptions are and how they will change through time She may never be the damage she's done nor believe you could damage her. Or actually grow into forgiveness before her own callouses show. What a gorgeous every-word-necessary poem!

rallentanda said...

Tinged with love and regret !

Mary said...

The ending takes my breath away!