Monday, January 21, 2013

Let Me Go

Hands for Mag 152

Let Me Go

He always held on to her
Almost an act of desperation
as if she would fly away
She wanted to cry
Let me go.

Thrown together
commanded by their mothers
to watch after each other
on the walk to school
Let me go.

His grip 
hurt her fingers so
she tried to wiggle out
he squeezed even tighter
Let me go.

That day
wearing the biggest mittens
she slipped her hand out
and fled her bonds
I must go.

She ran free
turned to laugh
 he was gone
beneath the wheels
I had to go.

J. Binford-Bell
January 2013


10 comments:

  1. Wow - that ending made me catch my breath!

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  2. I really enjoyed this poem, as I read it I was imagining it in my head.

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  3. beneath the wheels, I had to go


    NO !!!!!!

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  4. Touching, moving, poignant. Well done.

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  5. Whoa. Powerful punch there at the end.

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  6. This is gut-wrenching ... and beautifully composed.

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  7. High drama stemming from a simple thing...

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  8. Took us high, through laughter, amusement, then -

    Angels, please watch over our children. Thank you J Binford Bell.

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