Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Far from the rapids

by Heather Evans

Wrapped in love for you
In the quiet morning
When only the birds hear my call
Comforting as rocking chairs
And the memories
Of those pillows
That my mother once laid my head.

The ticking of the clock
Holds no fear
Reminds me of old libraries and
Holes in my baby clothes
A quiet fondness
Far from the rapids
Of younger years
Safe from the tipping of my heart.

Added: 27.04.2010