Tuesday, July 23, 2013

I Matter



I Matter

Days
Come and go.
We wake and wave,
Greet the morning
With hope.

In days long gone, 
I recall
Waking before my family.
Hearing the milk man
At our door,
Delivering our cereal's salvation.  

I lift the blinds of my room
To meet his craggy, friendly, open face.
He returns my youthful wave 
With his own.  Exuberant!
Confirming.

I Matter . . .
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7 comments:

  1. Jessica MJuly 24, 2013 at 6:47 AM

    I love the line " delivering our cereal's salvation".

    Great poem!

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    1. Martha Jane OrlandoJuly 24, 2013 at 5:40 PM

      Thanks so much, Jessica, for stopping by and for your compliment. Much appreciated!
      Love and blessings!

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  2. Melissa TandocJuly 25, 2013 at 3:27 PM

    I love that you explore deeper into poetry writing Martha :) I love that 'I matter' ~ it's such a positive and powerful thought.Beautiful theme.

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    1. Martha Jane OrlandoJuly 26, 2013 at 4:14 AM

      Thanks so much, Melissa! It happens now and again. :)
      And, yes, we ALL matter to God!
      Love and blessings!

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  3. Grzegorz LaskowskiJuly 27, 2013 at 5:40 AM

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  4. Catch My WordsJuly 27, 2013 at 2:58 PM

    This was beautifully written.

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com/

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