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The Old Maiden's Way
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The Old Maiden's Way |
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Sunshine
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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The Old Maiden’s Way She pulls open drapes, allows in the day Then smiles as sunbeams give up their rays, She watches neighbors go about their chores Then leans into age, eight decades and more No one is about to hear her complain She duly endorses ignorance of pain Arthritic hands can still open a jar With bright hopes she counts on her stars Music, news and chatter fills her airwaves, She slowly fingers old photos she saved, Reads bits of letters from yesterday’s past Wonders how time sped by her so fast Nieces and nephews, her cousins galore Write to her often, on holidays, more; They are her family, for them, she prays, Going about life in her Old Maiden ways She greets all children as hers on the block They stand around her, engage in small talk She listens as their desires and dreams emerge She gives each a dollar ~ something to splurge She tends to her flowers, rids ground of weeds From her dried posies, removes future’s seed. A moment’s ponder, on seeds of her own What they'd be like, had they been sown. For fate had sent love along her path’s way He, putting country first, went the next day The attack had been swift, he’d been as fast For “military might” had steeped his young past. His kiss? A promise; her pledge was his start. “Never, my dear, will we be so apart, as not to know when the others' heart sings,” Then he left after bestowing his ring. Time passed to a morn when the sun shone bright, Then swift blackened as grim news faded all light, His ring flickered through her great flow of tears, Her heart was so sore, but not from her fears. For all she could feel from the very start Was this full feeling held warm in her heart “You will indeed know love when my heart sings, you’ll know it each time you look at my ring.” ~*~ She pulls open drapes, allows in the day Then smiles as sunbeams give up their warm rays, She watches neighbors go about their chores She leans into age, eight decades and more No one is about to hear her complain She duly endorses ignorance of pain Arthritic hands move about as she sings Of a promise, a pledge, of one slender ring. ~*~ ©Karilea Rilling Jungel 18 January 2002 revised 29 March 2005 |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
PURE POETIC PERFECTION.............. as I said before.. you.....  |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
This is a treasure!! But...where is the tissue warning??  |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
when you wirte music, it is certainly with rhyme and style...Lady, this was terrific, magnificant, and a whole lot more...wipping the tears...incredibly emotional today....lots going on I guess, but this really tugged at those weeping heart strings...sometimes a girl needs a good cry...ya know? Hugs and thank you |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
May we all be so lucky to age so gracefully. Delightful, the passing of time you write of. |
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