I'm always looking back,
hanging around as I do.
That's what I'm here for.
I see you as no one else does.
I look you straight in the eye.
I'm always looking back
at you when you're looking at me.
I'm a good listener too.
I listen to you sing in the shower
and I pay special attention
when you practice asking your boss
for that raise we both know you deserve.
I wait for you to come home.
I'm always here for you,
morning or night. Just turn on the light
so I can see you better.
You're looking tired now. Time
to brush your teeth and go to sleep.
* * * * *
This poem was originally written for the April 20, 2010 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a looking back poem. I was not posting poems last year, so while this is an older poem, it's a fresh post. I'm posting it today because I remembered it when looking at this week's Thursday Think Tank at Poets United.
Full disclosure: After I posted this, I thought I'd do a search just to make sure I hadn't posted it before. I had already looked at my April 2010 posts and I knew it wasn't there. When I did a search on the title, I did find I had posted it on June 21, 2010, but no one read it then. So, it's actually a repost.
This works well as a riddle poem, too. Fairly obivious: mirror. My students wrote riddle poems this year during April. If you go to Read, Write Think you'll find a lesson. It's 6-8, but everything can be tweaked.
ReplyDeleteWe followed the Riddle Interactive. My school has great technology.
Good piece, I enjoyed your reflection.
~Brenda
Brenda, thanks. It is a bit of a riddle, isn't it. Thanks for the link to Read, Write, Think; I'll definitely check that out. We've got some better technology coming our way next year. As alway, thanks for stopping by; I appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteRichard
ah, so loving.
ReplyDeletevery nice introduction to your writing
(she says, running off to read more)
A loving poem, Richard. I am so glad I've included you on my blogroll. Sometimes you post late, and I almost miss your submissions. I admittedly don't go back to sites, and check often enough.
ReplyDeletePamela
This is lovely both in form and message. She is lucky you are always looking back.
ReplyDeleteFrom your poetry, Richard, I can tell that you are a good listener! I agree with Kim. She is lucky you are always looking back. I bet she is too.
ReplyDeleteMarian, thanks for stopping by. I'm glad to be a part of Poets United now.
ReplyDeletePamela, thank you so much. Thanks for adding me to your blogroll. I've been thinking that because I'm on the west coast of the U.S. that I'm often late to the party. That - and I'm a slow writer; it often takes me a day or two to get something down on paper.
Kim, you saw right through my mirror conceit and knew it was a love poem, didn't you?
Mary, I have to say I'm a lucky man. I love her and she loves me; what's better than that? (Well, okay, the kids are pretty wonderful too).
Richard