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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Grandson His face is spread with laughter As if laughter doesn’t matter He is purity’s child What does he know of life? He, who never walked in dusty streets And never saw the rawness of death And the complacency of injustice Shall I attempt to teach these things? His reality is far removed from the realworld He thinks I am so much wiser He relies on that wisdom He respects my demeanor He thirsts for my words Yet it is I who thirst for his I am not living my life to my hearts capacity As he is living his How shall I ask him to teach me how to laugh Without even knowing that happiness matters? ELizabeth Santos |
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Bronzeage Member
since 2007-07-20
Posts 197 |
Sweet write, very nice. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Something tells me that I better get down there and teach you that laughter is a state of mind, resultant from bringing out your own inner child.  Get that inner child of yours out there into that playground with that cute little carrot head and play some Simon Says. Try wearing two different shoes, and socks, and don't forget to put your baseball cap on sideways. That alone is sure to make you both laugh. Children forever beg us to be children, its just too bad most of us don't seem to hear them. Carpe' diem m'friend.  A very thought provoking poem. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I agree with Sharon (once again)just working with those darling, naive children brings the laughter and inner child out in me...for one thing they accept you even if you make a mistake and can share in the laughter when uou admit it afterwards. M |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Dear Liz I remember once about a year ago, putting my grandchildren into their carseats....which required some coordination on my part. Well, I got stuck...LOL. They, after first looking worried, brought the funnybone right out of me....and I started to laugh...they caught the laugh and I think we laughed for a good ten minutes while I was wedged between the front and back seat. When I am gone, I hope this is one of the things that they remember about me. Your poem is gracious and wise....you are always so lovely!  |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Maureen's comment brought me back as that is the most wonderful thing about kids. They laugh with you not at you! Sometimes when my girls are away, I just go find any kids to keep the laugh in me alive. Once you get older, which I know understand, this is the light that must shine the brightest in your soul so everyone knows "someone is home." I was telling Serenity only last night that I have boxes here, one is a "Love Box" and the other a "Laugh Box" and each time the girls visit, they can stick their hands in there and pick one piece of paper that tells them a reason why I love them, or a reason why they make me laugh. Martie, I am hoping they remember me for that. Well, that, and getting my tongue stuck on a frosty pole showing them never to do it.  |
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BBGrrl Member
since 2007-07-17
Posts 181BC, Canada |
So beautiful. Thank you for sharing this. |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Hi Liz, back to the basics of living and thinking, wouldn't that be grand, enjoyed this read my friend, brought home the simple things in life and how it should be. Rick |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Sharon, you always make me laugh. Your granddaughters are very lucky, you know. I enjoyed all the comments Thank you Liz |
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