Tuesday, July 26, 2005

How Many Gates?

"How many more?"
said the child,
socks around her ankles,
clutching her mother's
hand.

Small, little thing,
baby sweet,
one gate, two gates,
three, all
just too high to see over,
the world looks
big from down here.

School gate, Nanna's gate,
Auntie's gate,
neighbour's gate,
growly dog at a gate,
little one jumps
double her height,
now gripping Mother's
kindly hand.

"It's allright" she
said, "Just one more
and we're home."
Mother passes
the little one a
sweet on a stick,
comfort in the
dark valley of
fears.

"It's allright,
the doggy's gone" -
Sweet on a stick.
Little one, big
world, every day
an inch smarter -
new shoes soon.

The home gate swings
closed and the sun
sets in the west,
a golden,
kindly, watchful
ball of wise light.

copyright Monika Roleff 2005

4 Comments:

At 10:43 AM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

This has inspired me to work again on my book, "Limora Gate" --
I could see my your heroine reading these words and reflecting on her future --

'course I'd have to steal your words ;-)

faucom

 
At 10:56 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

I am sure that what I would receive back from your words would be well worth it...write on.

 
At 1:44 PM, Blogger Believer said...

So lovely--I can enter this poem as both a child and an adult and live the words.

 
At 11:07 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Thank you Believer!

 

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