Intervention-

 Intervention

Tiny shoes on tiny feet

Stumbling moving forward,

Arms raised high the air to beat

Smiles her sweet reward.

 

Mother walking closely by

Father beckoning on,

Sister urging her to try

Thoughts of homework gone.

 

Rosie reaching out her arm

Rocks on trembling limb,

Face now showing some alarm

Throws a glance at him.

 

Father inches closer then

Reaches toward his girl

Rosie shuffles forward again

Shakes a wayward curl.

 

Rosie tripping, starts to fall,

Tears begin to glisten

Mother gives a startled call

Sister stops to listen?

 

Father plucks her from the fall

Strokes the tear stained miss,

Mother reaching, standing tall

Takes her with a kiss.

 

Could it be that if we trip?

When with life’s cares we bend

There’ll be someone’s hand to grip

An ever watchful friend

 

“© Ian Grice 2017, all rights reserved

 

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10 Comments Add yours

  1. Very sweet. It is nice seeing you try your wings in the writing, Ian.

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  2. jstansfeld says:

    I especially enjoyed the last stanza. It is the sort of thing that one embroiders into a piece to be framed and hung on the wall; or perhaps, scripts into a thank-you note to a dear friend who did just that.

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    1. What a nice thing to say. I guess that should be the goal of all of us shouldn’t it?

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  3. Eddie & Esther Norton says:

    liked it

    On Wed, Jul 26, 2017 at 10:02 PM, ianscyberspace wrote:

    > ianscyberspace posted: ” Tiny shoes on tiny feet Stumbling moving > forward, Arms raised high the air to beat Smiles her sweet reward. Mother > walking closely by Father beckoning on, Sister urging her to try Thoughts > of homework gone. Rosie reaching out he” >

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  4. Eric Alagan says:

    As Jane mentioned, this is lovely – and quite visual.

    The last verse adds a nice theme in the form of a question.

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    1. Yes the poem leads us to think about that concluding statement doesn’t it? How many friends do we have who’d come to our aid in time of need? Good question.

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  5. I love this. Hugs Xx

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    1. It’s one of my oldest poems Jane. I discovered it in my files quite recently.

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      1. We haven’t seen one of your poems for a while Ian and I am glad you re-discovered and shared this one. Thank you 🙂

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