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A Winning Hand

I am overjoyed to share with all of you Rochelle Harris’s warm and touching poem “A Winning Hand” on this Poetry Friday.
A winning hand
Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns is a collaborated effort created by me, Rochelle,  the primary writer, the jokester and the wild child and my partner in crime.  Yevette is the editor in chief, prayer warrior, and resident heckler.
I grew up in a very small town in Mississippi. My grandmother was the “Mother” of the Baptist church in our rural community. One Sunday during the Easter season, the Sunday school teachers were assigning parts for the upcoming play. I stepped up and said to the teacher “I want one.”  Although I was only 4 years old my grandmother assured the teacher that I was capable of memorizing and reciting a poem.
I was so excited that I learned my poem in record time but when I got up the following Sunday to recite it – I froze. The words would not come out of my mouth and my grandmother took me by the hand  walking me off the altar. Needless to say, I was extremely embarrassed, but much to my surprise, my grandmother told me she was very very proud of me for being brave enough to get up there.  She went on to say that she believed I would or should become a journalist some day. I’ve never forgotten that day or that poem  and I’ve spent the last 40 plus years dibbling and dabbling with pen and paper.
I have an extreme love for children, dogs, building, writing, gardening and reading. I also enjoy writing and posting riddles, designing scavenger hunts and I am in the process of writing my first book.
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10 replies

  1. I think getting anywhere near memorising a poem at the age of four, and having the will and desire to do so is of great credit to you, and your Grandmother was right to make a fuss of you. At that age I don’t think I’d got much beyond sitting on the ground pushing mud round with a spoon my mother had given to me. Memorising anything just didn’t come into it

  2. oh this is beautiful. As a mom, I think the first tear fell by the 3rd line. and by “all in” I was crying and adrift on memories of my own wee miracles! just gorgeous – love it.

      1. Rorybore, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Our babies are truly miracles and blessings. This poem is actually about my 22 year old “baby”. She and her 10 year old sister are definitely the wind beneath my wings.
        Thank you so much for your thoughtful comments.

  3. This poem is lovely… I remember when both my daughters were born and how blessed I felt to be entrusted with their spirits… xox

    I think your grandmother was amazing to instill in you the desire to continue with writing… it is so great to have someone believe in you xox

    1. LaWannish, “to be entrusted with their spirits” – your words alone are inspiring. Thank you so very much for sharing your thoughts with me.
      I lost my grandmother more than 10 years ago but her words of love and encouragement will live on in my heart forever.

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