hearth of language
Set the table, and let the light fall,
cut the bread, cost nothing but time.
Read my face for the story—
for and, or but, yet so—
we keep finding ways to meet.
A few laughs shared,
a lot of pauses filled,
twenty of those small gestures
put us back in step.
So often, many times,
and always once more,
my hand set beside yours,
the rhythm unchanging,
the word read aloud together.
Not grand, not distant—
just the steady cost of care,
the hearth of language,
the warmth of being here.
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This feels like the visit to the care home.
Maybe dementia has taken its toll, but sometimes the spark is there.
Tough journey and echoed throughout the land by couples whose life ends this way.
Now that you mention it, quite so! 🙏🏻🕊️
Comradery, words shared, time spent, warmth of company. Time the most precious of commodities is well spent with someone cherished. A lovely write Cryptic
Happy Thanksgiving, Soren. So thankful for you. 🙏🏻🕊️
The same goes both ways my friend
Thanks so much @Demar Desu for the Fave 🤩 truly appreciate you 🙏🏻🕊️
Cooeee! You being here? Or being there?! lol.
Excellent pick up, O; and wherever I may be at any given moment that is where I’m at even if I’m aware of it or not 🙏🏻🕊️
arqios, this lands softly but sure…the “small gestures put us back in step” moment really stayed with me, and I’ve lived that kind of quiet reconnection. Warm, grounded, and beautifully human. Love it, dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks for keeping me in poetic step throughout the year, Tittu 🙏🏻🕊️🎃👍🏻
You are welcome, and ditto, my dear poetic friend! A mutuality for sure!
I like that phrase 'the steady cost of care'. You are right - care is not grand or distant. Steadiness is a quality much under-valued.
Thank you, Paul. To have observed life in poetry is a worthwhile journey. Happy Thanksgiving 🙏🏻🕊️
The hearth of language, the home, the table where bread is broken, love and comradery shared, cherished. Beautifully written dear poet!
Thanks, dear Bella. Happy Thanksgiving 🙏🏻🕊️
The connection in between the words forms the moment in space and time. You are so good at this, Rik - Thanks.
Thanks DD. That connection is like a holy grail. 🙏🏻🕊️
Yes I like this . I fine Poem.
Cheers, Kevin 🙏🏻🕊️
That warmth between two people is totally irreplaceable Rik.
Andy
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