Had I the gift
Had I the gift
Of a wand or a wish
From the rub of a lamp
I’d wave and I’d wish
Oh how I would
With all of my will
And the might of the love
Of a lifetime for you
And for yours
That all would be well
And you would be well
Walking free, no more the cage
The illness and pain
No more the struggle
Defeated and worn
Leaden, despairing
Dragging your shackles
I’d wish you new life
In the uplands and sun
Had I the gift
The magic and power
For healing and mending
For making it right
Then all of my love
For all of your life
For ever and ever set free
21st September 2009, Hounoux, for my beloved H
How often your wonderful poetry seems to take some of my musings and turn the straw into gold! I had been thinking this morning about carers, and the long road they walk in the shadow of their loved-one's suffering. God bless the selfless love that is so beautifully expressed here.
ReplyDeleteI feel silenced by this Sally,it captures the unsaid words of a look, a gesture, a moment in time that we know about or imagine. I have been humbled by so many parents in my last job into the same silence.
ReplyDeleteI love the image of poems turning straw into gold. This poem came - as more and more they seem to- straight at me, at full throttle, because it arises from very powerful feelings. Perhaps rather like the 'When I was a giant poem', and it does have echoes of that doesnt it, wanting to be able to magic things better for people whom one loves.Interestingly you two, Jenny and Jude, responded quickly to that poem too. There is all the feeling of anger at life, at fate, at the injustice of what life doles out randomly to some people, I think.
ReplyDeleteim speach less granny! its amasing!!
ReplyDeleteBless your heart Lily - my sweetest follower!
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