When I was little
and sucked my thumb
it always was
with my left one.
When I got older
and drank from a cup
I'd use my left hand
to pick it up.
And then when I
learned to use my fork
with my left hand
I'd stab the pork.
Then at school
it was my plight
to use my left hand
to learn to write.
Mom said, "Oh dear."
Dad said, "Oh my."
Grandpa just winked at me
and gave me a piece of pie--
with his left hand.
So many people look at me
and raise their eyebrows high.
I just smile and tell them all
I am a left handed kind of guy.
I want to thank Sharon Landeen from my critique group for the inspiration for this poem. She showed me pictures of her new little granddaughter. Everyone is hoping she will be left handed because so many people in her family are left handed. I understood exactly what Sharon meant because I'm left handed. My husband is left handed. Both of my sons are left handed. Sharon also shared with me a great poem she had written listing all the famous people who are left handed.
No matter which hand you use, your hands are useful tools. Can you write a poem today about something you do with your hands? Have fun with this one.
Delightful, Joy! Here, off the top of my head:
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In
and out.
Take it around.
Emerald,
peacock,
chocolate brown.
Minutes slipping,
hardly a sound.
That's how I lay my stitches down.
Renee,
DeleteThanks for stopping by. The emerald, peacock, chocolate brown are colors of embroidery floss, right? Otherwise, I'm going to have to learn more about stitches. Love the peacock,such a lovely surprise. I think it was the recent Lands End catalog that mentioned a finishing seam I wasn't familiar with. Oh, I've got to go find that word again and do the research. Thank you for sharing your poem and for making me think about stitches and seams.
Yes, those are the colors of the floss, peacock and chocolate brown being two of my favorites. I haven't found the time or inspiration to embroider in over a year, and when you mentioned hands, I realized how much I missed it!
DeleteI'm a left handed kind of guy, too!
ReplyDeleteHere's a quick one:
SHE NAMED HER FIRST SON EMERY
She stops work
to file a broken nail,
"I always wanted
to be a hand model...
maybe some day."
Diane,
DeleteYour poem reminds me of the song sung by Barbara Streisand in FUNNY GIRL:
"I do my nails,
read up on sales,
all day the records play,
When he comes home I tell him,
'Oh what a day I've had today.'"
The title is LOL great. Thanks for the laugh and thanks for adding your poem.
Applause
ReplyDeleteWhether held over my head
and not making a sound,
or clapped together
and very loud,
you know just how I feel.
Tabatha, Very clever. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAffirming poem for the left-handed child. Do people still make a deal about not wanting their kids to be left-handed?
ReplyDeleteHere's a poem I wrote when I took up crocheting after the grandbabies started coming:
Baby Afghans
A baby's on the way
and doesn't every baby
need an afghan
made by Grandma?
I always was a knitter
but if you drop a stitch
knitting is a headache
plus it’s hard to talk or listen
while tangoing two needles
through a cable pattern.
So I picked crochet Crosshatch
from Ultimate Stitch Sourcebook
yarn from Wal-Mart.
Now twelve months later
I’m on afghan number five
and going strong.
Let’s hook up for coffee
visit over doubles, triples
chains and skips
repeats and turns
'cause lots of babies
still need afghans.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteGood to see that your poem inspired so many more. Yay!
Love this!
ReplyDeleteTerrific. It will be on its way to my son, left-handed, but still the only one in immediate family. We do accommodate... Thanks, Joy.
ReplyDeleteLeft handed people are supposed to be more intelligent....cloey
ReplyDeleteLefties are such a TRIBE!
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