A micro-poem we can relate to here at my household, Teresa. We have two horses — one of them white like the one in your photo — and my wife has had her share of injuries.
I spent my childhood around horses and liked them very much but was afraid to ride them. Perhaps I still am --respectful of their strength, mainly. I delight in the photo, which I recognize equine anterior but my primitive parts see the aft-end of a Brontosaurus. I delight in 2 other things as well: I did not mention or pass on this phobia to my children, and I delight in your poem.
Beautiful. Simply beautiful. Your words once again illuminating the visual, especially, for me - "mother sat at the foot of my bed ... sang away the pain" .
I love the story told in your poem! A friend has a horse who looks like that one and he's a great horse, although prone to biting a little. It's part of his sense of humor.
It's one of those memories still so fresh in my mind ... it was also a life altering event. It woke me to my vulnerability at a young age ... my mother's presence made all the difference.
A micro-poem we can relate to here at my household, Teresa. We have two horses — one of them white like the one in your photo — and my wife has had her share of injuries.
ReplyDeleteIt's easy to forget through their soft beauty that they are powerful animals ... no horse now but those years were golden.
DeleteI spent my childhood around horses and liked them very much but was afraid to ride them. Perhaps I still am --respectful of their strength, mainly. I delight in the photo, which I recognize equine anterior but my primitive parts see the aft-end of a Brontosaurus. I delight in 2 other things as well: I did not mention or pass on this phobia to my children, and I delight in your poem.
ReplyDeleteHorse, Brontosaurus .... I can see that ... :))
DeleteThank you, Geo. for reading and commenting ... much appreciated.
Beautiful. Simply beautiful. Your words once again illuminating the visual, especially, for me - "mother sat at the foot of my bed ... sang away the pain" .
ReplyDeleteThank you, Penny. I am so grateful for your response. :)
DeleteI love the story told in your poem! A friend has a horse who looks like that one and he's a great horse, although prone to biting a little. It's part of his sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteIt's one of those memories still so fresh in my mind ... it was also a life altering event. It woke me to my vulnerability at a young age ... my mother's presence made all the difference.
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