Rosemary from Poets and Storytellers United asked us to answer the question:
What pleases you?
My Pleasure 🙏
My two left hands are not helping hands.
I won’t cook or knit for you
but I will learn, laugh, and sit with you.
It pleases me when I am able,
with a smile and some silliness,
to create a cocoon in your heart
from which a thousand butterflies
rise and soar in joy
and your sorrow becomes
a distant cloud, for now.
It pleases me when I can help
you take a step toward your dreams,
or gently weave a silver strand
into your tapestry of knowledge,
or alter it to create new colours.
It pleases me to hold your hand,
to listen and find the pages
written in your soul,
where your poetry resides
lines about your strength
and your beauty, ingrained inside.
Arohanui 💖
You said it beautifully, Marja. To give and receive compassion is, indeed, the gift of life.
ReplyDeleteI'm with you , Marja. What pleases me is help relieve someone's sorrow, help one fulfil his dreams, enlarge his knowledge of things, find one's strength and beauty within one's soul.
ReplyDeleteYour poem, Marja, is good poetry!
Learn, laugh and sit with you... absolutely!! Pretty much says it all!!!
ReplyDeleteTogetherness is the greatest pleasure.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteI love the two left hands part. You remind me of Fredrick the poet mouse in the book by Leo Lionni. I'm a Fredrick too.
ReplyDeleteIf your poems can make someone smile then that is a gift.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is gorgeous and resonates .. deeply. We all need a friend like you.
ReplyDeleteYour middle name sounds like it might be "Help" except for manual stuff using the hands. A nice write. BTW, I am almost ambidextrous, I use both hands interchangeably for a lot of tasks. I drink using either hand, I use both when filling my med daily doses for the week container, etc.
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This is beautiful. I love what it says about relationships in general and about the narrator in particular. It's wonderful to read that someone's life is made better by the act of bettering the life of another. This pleases me.
ReplyDeleteIt pleases me to call you my friend Marja. Beautiful poem. Keep shining my dear friend. Biggest hugs Peggy xxxx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful blog
ReplyDelete"gently weave a silver strand
ReplyDeleteinto your tapestry of knowledge"
What lovely lines in this poem, Marja!