A Poem, Hand, Ear, and Eye

 

My Slapping Hand

My slapping hand is a virgin

Been plugged to my ear all it's life

It's heard nasty hurtful talking

But my hand has not slapped one time

My slapping hand a virgin still

Changing the plug now to the eye

and it's seeing injustices

of the world and ready to slap

 

My slapping hand will sting a bit

Virginity's film to be gone

 

Seeing eye

…….……..Shaping hand

…….……………………..Comes change  

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - Photo of painting Artist Alexandra Dillon, copied from Carrie's link below
 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn at the Sunday Muse, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/06/sunday-muse-111.html?m=1
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My Grandchildren

Where were your grandchildren today;    Or if you don't have some, where were 
      you; that your grandmother would care 

From youngest to oldest I pray

Where are they what are they doing

It is a mean crazy world today

How there do those grandchildren cope  

Lovely granddaughters I have four 

Oldest two working at their homes 

Both married, one mother of two  

Younger two school has been their thing 

One, college grad, now at D.C. 

At White House front she's protesting 

The younger's home, in junior high 

Works Soduko, beats me at Clue  

My two grandsons do their own thing 
 

Keep good tabs on your grandchildren  

Stay in good terms and good graces 

One day soon they'll be watching you 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 

 - Photo by Joel, see Magaly's post below 

 - I am linked with Magaly Guerrero in the Writers' Pantry #23 at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/06/writers-pantry-23-growing-along-with.html?m=1 . 

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