You're Five

March 26, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is children’s birthdays.

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A fifth birthday poem about how long the child has been alive:

You're five! You're five!

So long alive!

So many years

You've had your ears!

And had your nose!

And had your toes!

So Happy Birthday, little one!

We hope you have a lot of fun!

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Children’s Birthdays

3/25: Brenda Is Four

3/26: You’re Five

Brenda Is Four

March 25, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is children’s birthdays.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

A fourth birthday poem about how fast a child grows:

Brenda is four!

Soon she'll grow more.

Soon she won't fit

Through the front door!

Soon she'll be bigger

Than you ever saw --

Too big for the house!

Too big for the floor!

Ouch! Brenda cried

As she fell through the floor.

And what do you know?

Soon she'll grow more!

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Children’s Birthdays

3/25: Brenda Is Four

Joy Is Not a Treasure You Can Lose

March 24, 2019

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is epitaphs.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An epitaph for a musician:

Joy is not a treasure you can lose.

Unless you will not, you will be consoled.

Linger with me long as you may choose.

In music as in life no joy is cold.

Undo, then, the tight corset of your grief

So that you might enjoy the moment's keening.

Give ear to music, eloquent though brief,

Restoring to the miracle its meaning.

Of all we think and feel and say and do,

So little, really, must be bound by time.

Still palpable, I'm here with all of you,

Musical as ever in this rhyme.

All I was, I am, and yet will be,

No less in love, although in memory.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Epitaphs

3/18: Bulldogs Don’t Let Go of What They’ve Got

3/19: Reason Is a Calling of the Heart

3/20: Unlike Some, to Me Death Was a Gift

3/21: Clarity Is Something That I Savored

3/22: All of You Must Know How Much I Loved You

3/23: Do Believe I’ll Never Leave You

3/24: Joy Is Not a Treasure You Can Lose

Do Believe I'll Never Leave You

March 23, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is epitaphs.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An epitaph from a father, addressed to his children:

Do believe I'll never leave you:

Always I'll be in your heart.

Don't forget my soul is near you:

Death might take my presence from you,

Yet we'll never be apart.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Epitaphs

3/18: Bulldogs Don’t Let Go of What They’ve Got

3/19: Reason Is a Calling of the Heart

3/20: Unlike Some, to Me Death Was a Gift

3/21: Clarity Is Something That I Savored

3/22: All of You Must Know How Much I Loved You

3/23: Do Believe I’ll Never Leave You

All of You Must Know How Much I Loved You

March 22, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is epitaphs.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An epitaph for a mother, addressed to her children:

All of you must know how much I loved you.

Never did I stint on saying so.

In death you were the song that let me go

To sleep in beauty, dancing as I sang you.

And though I'm gone, don't think that I'll forget you.

Just think of me as waiting, even though,

Agnostic or believer, you may know

No certainty beyond what love can tell you.

Each of you still lives within my heart.

Though I am not, I am. So is the truth

Opposed to sense, more relevant than thought.

What is, is often what could never be.

Nor need you grieve, though we may seem apart.

Sing with me, as we look back with ruth,

Each the source of what sweet balm we sought,

No mother and children more in touch than we,

Deep within life's unsolved mystery.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Epitaphs

3/18: Bulldogs Don’t Let Go of What They’ve Got

3/19: Reason Is a Calling of the Heart

3/20: Unlike Some, to Me Death Was a Gift

3/21: Clarity Is Something That I Savored

3/22: All of You Must Know How Much I Loved You

Clarity Is Something That I Savored

March 21, 2019

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is epitaphs.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An epitaph for a woman who devoted her life to social change:

Clarity is something that I savored,

Lending reason to a worthy cause.

An uncommitted life is not worth living,

Relinquishing the claims for the rewards,

Embracing the illusions of the favored.

Remember me as one who never wavered,

Obeying stubbornly the highest laws,

Defending what had little chance of winning,

Not caring for the consequence, or giving

Even one brief glance at waiting jaws,

Yet loving well the world for which I labored.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Epitaphs

3/18: Bulldogs Don’t Let Go of What They’ve Got

3/19: Reason Is a Calling of the Heart

3/20: Unlike Some, to Me Death Was a Gift

3/21: Clarity Is Something That I Savored

Unlike Some, to Me Death Was a Gift

March 20, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is epitaphs.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com .

An epitaph for someone for whom death was a release from pain:

Unlike some, to me death was a gift:

No longer to live pointlessly in pain.

Choosing death, I might have on my own

Let loose the darkness gathered in my heart,

Except that luck has seen the matter through.

How simple, then, to let one's fortunes drift

Away from one, nor care for loss or gain.

Remember me as one who, not alone,

Relinquished well my moorings, to depart

Yet not without a backward glance towards you.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Epitaphs

3/18: Bulldogs Don’t Let Go of What They’ve Got

3/19: Reason Is a Calling of the Heart

3/20: Unlike Some, to Me Death Was a Gift