All I Ever Wanted

It was all I ever wanted.
Not that I minded the age,
it was an old key meant for it's worn place.
But something was different.
After the death and robbery, I understood.
It couldn't be any other way. Things change. Life moves on.
I've heard this.

Passing through the keyhole,
a life lived and shared was worth it after all.

So soon, it became clear to you that the shine was gone.
But did you know you were so beautiful?
Did you know that every wrinkle
opened my heart even further to your inspiration?

What was worthy became more so.
It didn't matter that your surface had a rough feel.
It didn't matter.

Your opening was all I ever wanted.
When I could turn the key and find you,
in your scuffed and worn beauty,
I was immersed in a new light.
An innocence revealed us,
I opened in the sun of you, Mom.
It was all I ever wanted.

Cynthia Pittmann
(A writing assignment from the worthy Ms Willow of Magpie Tales)
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I wanted to share a poem reaction (sonnet) in response to, "All I Ever Wanted" by my poet friend, Neill Edwards:

Cynthia, here's a sonnet, related to your poem. It came because I was so impressed by your work.

CYNTHIA PITTMAN

Cyn wrote something fine, a full creation
Yet delicate; the roughness unheeded
No real wall, feeling need, in reaction
To that warmth, that heart that her love seeded.
How you got there, without real direction
In this piece you made what you so needed -
All you ever wanted was ‘perfection’

Pittman’s place, among poets, we’ll find -
If she writes at all, her work flies, a dove
Touching sky, the work you think first as ‘kind’
Tears out the guts; mention ‘Mother ‘above’;
Mom’s epitaph is now sacrosanct, bound
All in one piece, grief replaced by this love
No mere ghost, she has her place in your mind.

Neill Edwards
July 31, 2010