the heart remembers
your excitement
at your first visit to a supermarket
wheeling a trolley made you feel
like a rich woman you said
the heart remembers
the little beggar boy who gave me
a plaited leather bracelet as a gift
i still have it
the heart remembers
the joy on your face
eating your first ice cream
at the age of fifty
the heart remembers
being a fairy godmother
to you all
making your lives easier
making you happy
it was a privilege and an honour
How lovely this is, as I imagine you introducing someone new to your part of the world to new delights and experiences. Truly a wonderful gift.
ReplyDeleteRall, each one of these stanzas is its own story. I really would like to know more about each of them. Especially right now about someone eating one's first ice cream at 50 years old!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful! "a privilege and an honour"
ReplyDeleteI love the affection and warmth in these lines - and the joys in simple pleasures
ReplyDeleteI would love to know more about the story behind this poem, Rall, which took me on a journey too, to try to remember my first visit to a supermarket and my first ice cream. How satisfying to feel like a fairy godmother!
ReplyDeleteI wish I knew each of these stories that the heart holds so dearly. I also love the photo where Heart has wings. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteEach one of these mini stories of the heart are beautiful. The fairy godmother was good to them and bless you for that….
ReplyDeleteEach one tells its own beautiful story, vivid imprints on the heart.
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