She breaks easy

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When I was a baby,
the nurses warned my mother.
My bones formed too small-
they were afraid to touch me.

I was placed in an incubator;
as if a sheet glass, was enough
to say she needs more time.

I closed my eyes
to see people gathering.
My body glistened, shone under auburn heat.
They came there to worship me,
my tiny bones, a struggling miracle.

My mothers tears feed me morphine,
my fathers face shone red, a blood transplant.
As they slept, their shadows leapt forward, a last chance.

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Silver Spun Sand | August 2, 2011 - 08:54

This is so very beautifully, poignant, Beeme...if that makes sense;-)

I love the 'auburn heat' and the second stanza... more than telling.

Well done on the cherry.

Tina xx

maggyvaneijk | August 2, 2011 - 09:32

Beeme, this is so beautiful. You had me at the title. I love how the incubator takes on the role of a shrine, where parents worship. A well-deserved cherry!

MistakenMagic | August 2, 2011 - 10:55

I agree with Maggy - great title! There's a lovely tenderness and delicate feeling to this one. Love these lines:

"My body glistened, shone under auburn heat.
They came there to worship me,
my tiny bones, a struggling miracle."

Well done on the cherry!

Magic xxx

skinner_jennifer | August 2, 2011 - 10:55

I can imagine it must have been hard to write this
poem, as it seems so personal, but you have managed
to convey to the reader, so much emotion and wonder
at life itself and how precious it is.

Thankyou Beeme for a wonderful read.

Well deserved cherries.

Jenny.

Beeme | August 2, 2011 - 14:13

Thank you so much Maggy, Jenny, Tina and Magic. I'm very happy you enjoyed this very personal poem. Thanks abctales for the cherry! Beeme xx

the unfolding head | August 2, 2011 - 15:24

yes, agree with the above.

"My body glistened, shone under auburn heat."

excellent

seashore | August 2, 2011 - 15:30

beautiful piece of writing

Beeme | August 2, 2011 - 15:41

Thank you so much seashore and the unfolding head :)

Cavalcaderl | August 2, 2011 - 15:49

new Beeme
Done a comment, not gone through,
try again. Many congrats; on the cherry!
Must have been hard to write something like
this on life and get it as you want it.
Was it your life! stories and poems so good
can't always tell.
Hope your feeling brighter.
julie xx

Beeme | August 2, 2011 - 16:00

yes it is true, me and my twin sister were born premature. I'm glad you enjoyed. :)

Beeme xx

Cavalcaderl | August 2, 2011 - 16:29

new Beeme Thought it was Autobiography.
Poor you, we never really know anyone's lives do we.
Or what goes on in marriages,behind close doors either people like them, don't know two sides to a story.
Difficult time for all of you must been.
Similiar us eight in family, I could fit in shoe box
mum said and wrappped in cotton wool,fed on Brandy
no wonder hate the damn stuff, and at 10 years,old got polio, and two of brothers one only three. All part of life then, and camp school for undernourished children so on. I think when you have or anyone has been through the mill, the saying, one is very sensitive to life, and experiences one can sometimes or has to be there family and in there last days, parents one at home, one in nursing home. and other's maybe.
Thankyou for answering comment.
Very hot out. Hope the block has gone!
How are you getting on.
julie xx

Beeme | August 2, 2011 - 17:05

Its so true we very rarely take the time to hear about each others lives. so sorry to hear about your experiences. it is so hot here today! The block has lifted thanks :) I'm doing ok thank you how are you?

Beeme xx

Cavalcaderl | August 2, 2011 - 17:56

new Well quite (Letter for you)
a bit happened, but get so annoyed
mine, changing his mind, and off snooker and bowls.
Hours on end sometimes, hoped when re-tired and then
stent put in,hoped get out more no, we get out more.
No church 6 months always looked after him and said in Summer going out. So took? myself off booked in Theatre Royal One Rock a round the clock
20 in, looked all day reasonable petticoat lenght of underskirt have, but £32 dress and same for rock n roll slip, So now found some said and mine, buy meteres of net, make it up not me, maybe daughter,
4 meters in reda and one in black net cheaper than buying. Put motives on skirt, some maybe dancing in isles. Mattinee no no dark nights, mine not coming paid ticket expensive be good. And booked in again "Alarms & excursions as "THE ROYAL" now finished ON TV. Shame? but take different characters.
shock. Michael Frayn's another mattinee saturday, mine treated me now paid. He has just waited 40 minutes each way for town bus, and bowls late half hour, fish n chips nearly cold, don't know hold up buses three to-gether, but got thropugh to finals bowls. Never to-gether get out. So now can get out summer lone, blow it all, doen't like shopping with me, or stop coffe. Stop moaning be thankful sit cafe
gardens of pavilion, listening bAND, OR YOUNG one's playing guitar. Daughter I love and son in law, used
come regularly, but laid up back, and then has her friends visit. I am ten years older than mine, doen't
always work out, but first it didn't matter. Then everyone has a story. Sorry there both dominator's not easy. I promised not chat on here! at first, now I do. Cos reasons can't go into. Editor T.Cook Tony,
said not to worry lenght of commentaries I do, they like me chat! BUT more an agony aunt.
What have you done or been anywhere Lucky cat's been in again, Jazz doesn't stay so long,now like his lap, though mine never like cat's or to come in. Jazz loves run into the bedroom, I usually close door, hiding behind curtain shadow of him, beautiful "Green Eyes". poem loves to smell and look around. Life at our ages, is precious every day do? something not happening. Could be colestrol and hearts pills on says one thing and changes his mind, all the time difficult my word doen't count. Few of us sing from the day centre at n/home where my friend was, now moved still in wheelchair. Shame used be in our groups whatever getting on a bit, "sinatra kind of voice, young girl's swoon at his feet young and older when on pier singing. Used to.
julie xx

Beeme | August 2, 2011 - 18:52

wow you have been up to lots! Glad you decided to share with me. now i've finished school and am waiting for my results to determine wether i go to university or college. Been spending a lot of time with my friends and going on holiday next week :) xx

Cavalcaderl | August 3, 2011 - 22:34

new Beeme
Hi! Good here all your news, through your
story, I have managed put a mystery sad one on, thanks. Hope all results good! you deserve them.
Have a great holiday, tell us about it. Is it abroad.
Come back more good exciting poems yours.
Don't get sun burn't. See someone is trying get University near there homes, be good wouldn't it for all. Theatre Royal to-morrow play should be good 8 characters in, "Alarms and Excursions" got ticket, mine decided come, have sit behind seats full, good his fault. "Robert Daws" from The Royal series finished sad watched quite a bit, hospital series. 8 years.What are you studying, clever than me, never passed my 11 plus. hah! hah!
All the best take care.
julie xx

Beeme | August 3, 2011 - 23:13

I'll read your new story :) glad i inspired it to a degree. Hope the theatre show is good and lots of fun. :-) thank you for the good luck wishes, i'm so nervous lol. i'm hoping to study counselling or health and social care. Tell you all about my hols when i get back.

Beeme xx

shoe | August 4, 2011 - 12:08

This is really beautiful, I love the third verse and the mothers tears especially, a lovely original poem with the perfect title.