Written for Cinquain Poetry Prompt #20.
Our inspiration word is “parent”. I have
written a Mirror Cinquain, a 10-line,
single stanza poem with a syllable pattern
of 2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2 – 2 – 8 – 6 – 4 – 2.
A strength
Hands that held us
when we were tiny ones
They hold us still in unseen ways
Their dreams
on hold
Inspiring us so we could bloom
Even when we wander
in darkest nights
they shine
NAR©2025
This is “The Best Day” by Taylor Swift
All text, graphics and videos are copyright for Nancy Richy and are not to be used without permission. NAR©2017-present.
The Elephant's Trunk 
So beautiful and heartwarming
LikeLiked by 1 person
What all parents should be. Thank you, dear friend.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re very welcome
LikeLiked by 1 person
A heart touching poem, Nancy! Fortunate are those who get caring parents.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, parents who give their all for the children. Thank you, KK.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love your cinquain and the song you chose. Such deep, abiding love…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Parents who give their all …. it’s a beautiful thing. Thank you, Lisa.
LikeLike
I am not familiar with any of Taylor Swift’s music, so this was a treat. I really enjoyed the video you chose to accompany your beautiful cinquain.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That makes two of us! After watching the video, I felt it would go well with my poem; glad to know you agree.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Okay, now I’m crying! Sweet simplicity of verse and song!🥹
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh, sorry, Liz! I didn’t think I’d like the video but it’s charming. Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
So beautiful! Thank you for sharing sis!
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure! Thanks for reading.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely words, and a beautiful song and video to go with them.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pleased to know you enjoyed your visit today, Clive. Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, I was one of the lucky ones whose parents gave their all … I think living through the War, made them that way … although I’ve only started ‘flying’ 10 years ago, but now my dreams are beginning to reach fruition, Nancy …
It’s Just A Little Dream (Tullawalla, page 113)
I’ve been waiting inside
For that never-never ride
Wishing for that little shrug
To turn into a dream-time hug
I’ve been waiting outside
Trying not to hide
Wishing for that little smile
To travel one more mile
I’ve been waiting all-day
Calling out, please stay
Wishing for that little heartbeat
To lay down at my feet
I’ve been waiting all-night
For that one-way flight
Wishing for that little dove
To glide down from above
I’ve been waiting, seems forever
Crying quietly, oh, whatever
Wishing for that little embrace
To sleep with me, face to face
https://youtu.be/pT_Y-eodTv4
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful and touching verse, dear Ivor. Quite moving. 🥰
My parents were from the depression era; every dime they earned went toward providing my sister and me with clothes, food, a home, and an education. They never took a break. My mother was a seamstress and very good at keeping a budget; our friends thought our clothes were expensive but the truth is, most of them were homemade.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, that is the way things were, and my mum knitted and sewed most of our clothes when we were young 😊🌏😍💕
LikeLiked by 1 person