Friday, February 6, 2009

A Poem Written 13 Years ago.




The Family Pitcher



by Glenda C. Beall

I'm an antique silver pitcher
somewhat tarnished by neglect.
For years I've poured out sustenance
to my thirsting family.

Sometimes it was bitter,
and sometimes it was sweet.
It always quenched
the dry and burning needs.

But now I'm in a new place,
on another, higher shelf.
I've been replenished,
fuller every day,

brimming with the essence
of a clear and crisp new nectar
I am hording, and will spill
more carefully.

3 comments:

Kathryn Magendie said...

Beautiful....poignant....thank you for posting that poem.

tipper said...

Glenda-Loved it! Made me feel hopeful.

Glenda C. Beall said...

Don't forget to refill yourself with what you need to continue giving, Tipper. Make time for your passion in life. You will like yourself better.