richard pierce

richard pierce

26 October 2010

Charlotte's 14th birthday poem

For You

Look, I have a rock
In the palm of my hand.
I carved it for you.

Look, its shape is not usual,
Nor its colour one we have grown
Used to, in this time.

It is warm, shaped to our heat,
Comfortable, and smooth.
It is.

No-one else can see it.
You know that, and
Reach out to touch.

Feel its weight, grasp
Its perfection. It is yours
Alone, always.

It is the most precious
Of things, a diamond
Of the soul.

Richard - 19th October 2010

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