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At last I can be with you!
The grinding hours
since I left your side!
The labor of being fully human,
working my opposable thumb,
talking, and walking upright.
Now I have unclasped
unzipped, stepped out of.
Husked, soft, a be-er only,
I do nothing, but point
my bare feet into your
clean smoothness
feel your quiet strength
the whole length of my body.
I close my eyes, hear myself
moan, so grateful to be held this way.
From Shubad's Crown (Pond Road Press).
This poem also appeared in Good Poems for Bad Times (Viking Adult).
Used with the author's permission.
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Meredith Holmes was raised in a small Quaker town in southern New Jersey, the daughter of parents who were avid readers--particularly history, politics, and Russian novels--who enjoyed discussing what they were reading. Thus to Meredith, reading and writing always seemed like the two most natural things in the world. She began writing poetry in high school, graduated from Case Western Reserve University in Cleveland, Ohio, with a B.A. in English and, during the 1970s, was part of a poetry writing and performing group called "Big Mama." In 1979, Meredith moved to Cleveland Heights and began working as a writer and editor. In 2005, Meredith was named Cleveland Heights' first poet laureate. She is the author of two books, Shubad's Crown, and Familiar at First, Then Strange. Meredith's work, which often focuses on familiar places such as city streets, movie theatres, or classrooms, has been featured in multiple anthologies.
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Jo:
Exactly the way I feel. Always look forward to bed-" so grateful to be held this way."
Thank you.
Posted 10/10/2014 03:47 PM
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plgoodman:
Ahh! Lovely. Can't wait for tonight. I feel the same way but never put it into words. Thanks!
Posted 10/10/2014 10:35 AM
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Dorcas:
Delightful! Yawnnnnnnnnnnnn
Posted 10/10/2014 10:30 AM
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paradea:
You've got it ALL right!! Fantastic poem.
Posted 10/10/2014 08:29 AM
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Sherry:
Oh,yes.
Posted 10/10/2014 08:16 AM
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