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| 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
Wow - that ending made me catch my breath!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this poem, as I read it I was imagining it in my head.
ReplyDeletebeneath the wheels, I had to go
ReplyDeleteNO !!!!!!
Touching, moving, poignant. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWhoa. Powerful punch there at the end.
ReplyDeleteThis is gut-wrenching ... and beautifully composed.
ReplyDeleteouch
ReplyDeleteHigh drama stemming from a simple thing...
ReplyDeleteTook us high, through laughter, amusement, then -
ReplyDeleteAngels, please watch over our children. Thank you J Binford Bell.