Poem -

The Provider

The Provider

From high offices or gardens
to steel factories or fields,
from the duties of a father
to the nest making of a mother,
the provider works from dawn to dusk
relentlessly doing what he or she must.
Weary limbs, callous hands
resting on a bed of asphalt
with harsh pillows
of tired minds on stressed ends.
But when a loaf of bread comes to mind,
all it takes is a moment
to swell the heart with pride.

--Bernadete vdw, ‘25
 

Like 8 Pin it 1
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Marion

Such a tender write B. Family is everything and it's a special pride to know
the needs of your loved ones are met, unscathed, for another day. There is a feeling of quiet contentment and gente pride in this write
Hugs x

Reply
author
Bernadete van d...

Well spoken, Marion. I really like what you’re saying. A big hug 
to you lovely lady.  B 

Reply
author
Jac Fables

My mother provided for her small family always. True words of Wisdom.

Reply
author
Bernadete van d...

We’re either providers or have been provided for. This is more an Ode to the hard workers from all walks of life. Thank you Jac for your good words.  Stay strong.

Reply
author
Bernadete van d...

Thank you Bernie. Always happy to hear from such a reflective being. Stay well my Poet friend.  B 

Reply
author
Nine Eleven

All man needs is love
If you can't give him love
Give him hope
If you can't give him hope
Just give him something to do. 

Reply
author
Bernadete van d...

''Not to be occupied and not to exist are one and the same thing 
for a man. ''    --Voltaire 
Finding a purpose in life? Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Nine Eleven.
Very much appreciated,  B

 

Reply
author
2 MUCH - 2 LOVE

WOW,
Would it best to be an apothecary ?
WELL DONE, 
Bernadete van der Wielen,
I am indeed resound,

Reply
author
Bernadete van d...

An apothecary? are you calling me a pharmacist, 2 much 2 love?
maybe medicine for the soul? how lovely of you saying that, and I am
indeed pretty happy about your words.   B  
 

Reply
author
2 MUCH - 2 LOVE

You are, as in the bread of life,
A healer to many souls,
A glory of life in poetry,

Thank you B.

Reply
author
Rory McGinlay

Perhaps more way than are traditional to the paths of love?

Reply
Poem -

With Open Heart I am Coming...

With Open Heart I am Coming Home

Waves take me away
and throw me
into the arms of uncertainty
where the vast ocean of...

Poem -

The Intricate Fabrics of...

The Intricate Fabrics of Thoughts

A great array of thoughts caught in a vortex
with a fast, untidy pace,
patterns floating on...

Poem -

Hold Me High

Hold Me High

Lift me up
so I can fight storms
Build me up
so I can cross bridges
Back me up...

Latest poems in Freestyle, Verse

Poem -

Macbeth: Blood and Smoke

Macbeth: Blood and Smoke

Smoke on the battlefield

Witches stand in smoky haze

A prophecy foretold...

Poem -

BROWN EYES

'The First Love.'

BROWN EYES

Brown eyes.

If I could
love you more
today than yesterday,
I will, but still...

Poem -

Die Sons Opkoms

'The Sunrise.'

Die Sons Opkoms

Waar die branders breek
Op die sagte sand
Staan ek en tuur
Duskant die horison....

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com