margaretbednar365.blogspot.com (Of Verse, Poesy & Odes) is for poetic challenges and poems that may still be unfinished. Poems have been "nurtured, weeded, and snipped" from that blog, uprooted and transplanted to Drops of Black Ink; poems I consider "in full bloom" Poems can be searched for by subject by selecting and perusing "Categories" below. MOST POSTS ARE ACCOMPANIED BY A SOUND CLOUD AUDIO OF ME READING MY POEM.
It's as if I'm looking through a keyhole, the two of them silhouetted against a future bright. One looms large, admired, fedora tilted over one eye. The other? Innocence, unaware of flaws in his hero. Youth demands attention; I make excuses, my heart tender, understanding both as only a mother can.
If only the hero can comprehend, for a moment look down, truly see how similar they are. How once he filled my minutes and hours with words. Does he remember I listened? Know I still thrill with the wonder inside him?
Youth needs a hero and he's been chosen. My youngest and oldest; boy and young man upon a threshold. Hero can lend a guiding hand, provide a key for frontiers yet to be explored.
Worship won't last forever - nor should it. But the honor, for as long as it is offered, is a gift few ever receive.