On The Way To The Store With Anna

We head out when the sun is new.
Humidity will hit soon, heat beating
against car windows and streets.

I turn as you stop to pick up rocks.
I catch my scold, my thought
that we need to hurry.

We move from shade to light as you turn
a stone in your hand, talk of the magic sparkles.
“It is sensitive to sun”, you say.
I know nothing of geology
but somehow I believe you.

We sit on the grass, you
on my lap, cradling stone in your palm.
The sun reflects off the gold in your prize,
off the gold streaks in your dark brown hair,
off the part of me that will always be part of you.

8 comments

  1. Kerri,

    Your poem climbed into my heart and rests there.
    My favorite lines are:

    “I catch my scold, my thought
    that we need to hurry.”

    The love wrapped in those words is a force that makes
    the world a better place.

    “the part of me that will always be part of you”

    There is the raison d’etre….

    Every image is lovely and unique.I am particularly drawn to Anna’s
    interest in rocks. My granddaughter makes jewelry from her special finds.
    It started with an inexpensive rock polishing kit and now she has an array
    of tools and supplies.

    So nice to awaken to a Kerri poem.

    Thank you!

    Sarah

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  2. Kerrianna, this is simply one of the most enchanting poems I have ever read. The love you share shines like a beacon and if it were so for all of humanity, then the dark corners of the world would be banished forever.

    Truly, truly lovely.

    Douglas.

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  3. Hi Kerri

    Poetry does not get better than this, a wonderful blend of sensitivity, image and a tangible heartbeat that draws the reader in and touches her heart deeply. Love the way you use the interplay of darkness and light
    to show the empathy of the child, the magic wisdom and the mystery of the unknown in both nature and humans observing it. We are all interconnected, not only to each other but also to the elements in nature that enable us to think, dream and breathe! Every line flows consistently into next and concludes with such a tender but powerful intensity —

    We move from shade to light as you turn
    a stone in your hand, talk of the magic sparkles.
    “It is sensitive to sun”, you say.
    I know nothing of geology
    but somehow I believe you.

    We sit on the grass, you
    on my lap, cradling stone in your palm.
    The sun reflects off the gold in your prize,
    off the gold streaks in your dark brown hair,
    off the part of me that will always be part of you
    _________________________________________

    Thank you for sharing this, a truly beautiful read!
    so much enjoyed,
    take care my friend,
    Wendy

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  4. l enjoy your formal feeling/the great music and turns/very loving ^and tender–your words are rhythmic, deliberate and graceful—this poem is gem full of ‘magic sparkles.’—–kallie

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  5. Kerri, your words sparkle with love. Thanks for reminding your reader that time is never as important as the wonder of a child finding, exploring things we as adults overlook for the sake of time.

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