I forgive the tears and hurt,
those years I sought and never found.
For missing clues, and broken glass
in pictures made of butterfly wings

I forgive you for the summer climb,
of black sloe berries sour to taste.
Scratched legs and thorn pricked fingers,
and lemonade in litre bottles.

I forgive the middle drawer,
of packet candies ruining meals.
Cider hopes in wind dropped apples;
and burnished brown, shiny chestnuts.

I forget, and then recall,
confectioner's cream that oozed
and bruised, and gambled coins
on green baize table tops of cards.

I forget the winter storm;
the icy road and falling snow;
the night before the stolen day
I forget, and then recall.

That I forgave you long ago,
the soda siphon bubbled wars
and leather chairs, scratched and scored,
with all the turning of the years.


Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-12-08 at 13:04

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Chris Fernie
Dear E,

I love this poem for I would like to be forgiven by you, you who wears her heart on a sleeve... and then offers that sleeve to someone else to cry on.

You are lovely!

Chris xxxxx

lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
And this poem too is a masterpiec of lost memories and nostalgia for times passed by to Adult hood and oh how i remember the gingerroot beer my mother made in wine bottles and the ones of Spirit bottles which burst to smitherines as the fermentation increased.

I tell you Al Quaida could not have held a candle to mothers Ginger beer

well done Elle a wonderful poem and in my favs