like a child
by Rene Foran
he told her if she wuz blind
he could rub da mud in her eyes
and make her see
how can dat be?
she laughed
my grandmama tell'd me
it's da plain truth
she readed it to me
from her little brown book
the one she keeps with her
magic holy Jesus beads
where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
i think you needs 'em together
he said
you think dat really works?
she asked
i ain't sure for certain
he said
sometimes
you just gotta
tell yourself
it will
and den it always do
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faith from a childs perspective
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I'm sorry the first two stanzas are shifted over to the left like that. I can't seem to fix them.
Rene
I really like this one. Complex and naïve at the same time.
"sometimes
you just gotta
tell yourself
it will
cuz dat's when it always do..."
Quietly poignant.
I like it
the spit
the dirt
the words
"sometimes
you just gotta
tell yourself
it will
cuz dat's when it always do..."
This poem do for me. Nice work!
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Oh, I like this very much. All the lines pointed out above. *
Thank you all for reading , commenting and sharing advice with me since I started about a month ago. I really appreciate it all.
Rene
I like the gentleness of this exchange. An expertly crafted vignette.
Thank you, Jack. You are very kind.
Rene
Nice work, Rene!
Thank you Christian.
Aww shucks this is sweet. Sweet and shiny, but with little kid fingerprints. I adore it!
I do like the title, but I almost wish for something a little different. And I always love your titles, so perhaps this one is exactly right too.
Thank you, Kari.
The title comes from Matthew 18: 2-4
"where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?"
Good question! Love this poem. *
Thank you, Kim.
Good question indeed.