Sunday, January 20, 2013

Holding hands



Even though it’s
January in Idaho
-24 degrees,
I don’t need gloves
as long as you are holding 
my hand in yours.

The world is wrapped in snow
white below and grey above
and so cold,
I don’t need gloves
as long as you are holding 
my hand in yours.


So we stand in silence
laughter swept away by the wind
pink cheeked by cold,
I don’t need gloves
as long as you are holding 
my hand in yours.

Hold my hand
and hold me close
my love
because despite this chill
and the wind
and the snow

I don’t need gloves
as long as you are holding 
my hand in yours.


12 comments:

  1. Love means never having to share gloves, just hands and hearts! Nice poem of love!

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  2. Affectionate, tender and loving...

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  3. Tender and sweet!
    Lovely word imagery!
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  4. The almost choral repetition of 'I don’t need gloves / as long as you are holding / my hand in yours' gives the poem its child's voice and its underpinning sense of both the fragility and the tensile strength of security in childhood.

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  5. Such a sweet refrain...that's quite a love that can keep you warm through an Idaho winter! :o)

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  6. when love is at hand, no gloves required !!!! nice

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  7. lovely & true - no glove can compete for warmth with a bare human hand, held

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  8. Your poem is awesome ... I lived in Minneapolis for 24 years and DID wear gloves, no matter who was holding my hand.

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  9. Love the repetition and sweet message in your poem!

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  10. all the world is never so warm as when your hand is in mine!

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