Saturday, March 26, 2011

LOVE REVISITED, by Gloria Hannigan

The mother who held me and dried my tears -
was the same mother who swatted my bottom when I dumped a bowl of oatmeal on the dog’s head.

The father who took away my roller skates for three whole days -
was the same father who always let me win at Candyland.

The brother who closed me in a room with burning sulpher from his chemistry set, to see if I would turn yellow -
was the same brother who put the worm on the my hook when we went fishing.

The sister who ignored me when she was with her friends -
was the same sister who brought me a piece of cake when I was being punished.

The best friend who sat faithfully by my side every day of summer vacation while my broken leg healed -
was the same best friend who blabbed to everyone that I loved Tony.

The boy who hit me in the back of the head with a slushy snowball -
was the same boy who looked to me for praise when he produced the loudest burp in second grade.

The dog who chewed the arm off my favorite doll -
was the same dog who always greeted me with tail wagging and lots of slobbery kisses.

I am a survivor of love.

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  1. Dear Gloria, You can sure evoke a lot of feelings in few amount of words. You fed me food for reflection, and I want sescond helpings!

    You are by far a real story teller.

  2. From Kacie:

    So darling! I loved it. We miss you at class. Hurry back.
    God bless

  3. Gloria - I enjoyed seeing and thinking about the two sides of love.

  4. it sounds like you grew up with a lot of security and love. I enjoyed your poem very much. Annette