Together, or: Moments

My first villanelle

Together we, she, holding my finger
Little, growing hand, everything to me
Moments ever, and forever linger

Abba'chka, I, to the preschool bring her
Come afternoon, she'll be returned to me
Together we, she, holding my finger

She, annoyed by childish tunes I sing her
Teasing her thus brings such delight to me
Moments ever, and forever linger

Don't joke! She, hates on my witty zinger
Of late, she's sure been talking back to me
Together we, she, holding my finger

Mamachka? She, hears my cellphone ringer
She, reciting grocery list to me
Moments ever, and forever linger

I love you! Asserts my little clinger
Her love, our love, God's precious gift to me
Together we, she, holding my finger
Moments ever, and forever linger

d’Verse is taking a break for the holidays so there won’t be any prompts for a while…

So I’ll be trying out a few new forms with prompts born of my mind instead!

I considered the idea of responding to prompts from other groups, but d’Verse satisfies my creative curiosity more than well enough – and I don’t want to spend all of my time responding to poetry prompts.

47 thoughts on “Together, or: Moments”

  1. Oh this is a sweet-smelling note to your precious one. Filled with joy, little truths and some banter, I love the spontaneous prompt.
    So she is back chatting now, lol, that must be the cutest moment of together. I would’ve love to see your face in that moment.
    Such refreshing, free and unburdened poetry written through the glow of innocence, a prompt of pure love.
    I see a children’s illustrated collection hanging in the wings.
    You simply good at what you do ben. I’m jealous hands down.

  2. Oh wow… honestly David… this is such a delight to read. So beautifully crafted, so sweet… loving, heavenly, and yet also literary… WordPress’d mead.

  3. Very very beautiful poem this David, and didn’t it bring a lot of nostalgia! From the day I walked my daughter to her pre-school, she clinging onto my finger like that, to where she is now, gradually growing into a smart and elegant girl, starting to sweetly correct my etiquettes which are old world for her now, and admonishing me when I repeat her childhood baby talk πŸ™‚

  4. A sweet moment that I am sure you will hold forever. I held my great nieces’ hands on Saturday. Precious little ones. πŸ₯°

      1. David, as parents we all are biased but that’s okay, I think. I am guilty of it too. I had written a trilogy of poems for my daughter. Much love to your angel.

        You are welcome.

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