CALLOUSED HANDS

She walks down the hill
Kicking up dust with her bare feet
Humming as she steps,
rags in her calloused hands

She makes way to her stream to wash her soiled rags,
Cleansing, dress hem of morning dew,
By waters end she stands
bending submissively forward on her knees

She grabs her stone of might and will
To pound her rags with love and care
Wisps of her hair in summer air
Sunlight dancing, bejeweled water flows

She smiles in her song

hearing her children calling her home...

Reviews

[RichGee]

I pictured this piece vividly...
Very refreshing work my friend.

[Ruth]

Oh, this is great! Different angle for you...works so well! A tale told as though in a book of old, gorgeous work love xoxo

[Kenneth The Poet]

Very nice.

[Cassie Fraga]

master of the pen... loved it Rene... very special piece!!

[joshua deathdealer]

This is amazing. Capturing moments in time with words. Excellent work Rene.

[MS. BABy]

I could see this whole scene, I really saw it and just felt this work...awesome Rene...

[Aidz]

Captured as you do Rene.. a moment snapshotted in time

[EMMIE]

good imagery and creativity, interesting poem

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

I like how you captured this, very nice ending as well.