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On The Inside
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On The Inside |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas 
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On The Inside The backyard is my world. It's where I talk with God, listen to the birds, feed the squirrels, smell the flowers, revel in the warmth of the sun, feel the touch of nature's breath. Mother takes me there, down the ramp that connects our imprisoning house with the earth where fresh life flows into my atrophied body, heightening my stifled senses, increasing the beat of my paltry heart until it drums in my ears. She places grains on the tray laying across the arms of my motorized chair, then walks away; the squirrels come, and the birds, confident in my inability to move. Overwhelmed with joy I laugh, though only dribble passes my lips. I dance round and round as I've seen other children do in the sun, and I speak with God from deep within this crippled shell where my soul resides, and I listen to mother trying to hold back the tears - all from the confines of this chair whose straps hold me in place. Mother is my earthly life. She suffers much more than I, yet I've never heard her complain though I know she hurts inside, and when I hear her cry I wish God would let me die, would let me free her of the burden I am, but first I pray He lets me hug her just one time, lets me say "I love you mommy", "I love you, mommy". The house is dark - I lay in bed staring at the stars glowing on the ceiling. Mother put them there so I could see heaven any time I wished. I listen to the quiet breathing of her sleep in the bed across the room. "I love you mommy," I whisper deep inside, where only God can hear, then close my eyes and count the minutes until we ride down the ramp into my backyard world, again. wesley james beard, jr. © August 2001 [This message has been edited by jwesley (edited 10-02-2001).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Tender and descriptive writing...James |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Wonderful write that grabbed my heart and won't let go. I'm sure God is a faithful messenger and that He tells your mother everything good you say/think. I know He tells her what a good son you are ... a lot like His  |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
JWesley~ This grabs the heart and squeezes real tight~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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sunshinemist Senior Member
since 2001-09-29
Posts 595Fl. sunshines early mist |
JWesley, very beautiful poem!! It made me cry. Thank you for sharing, and it is very nice to meet you. warm smiles, Marie |
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