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Joanna T. Lopez
Junior Member

since 2000-02-02

Posts 33
El Paso, Texas

0 posted 2000-03-04 07:20 PM

Lifes prudent ways, were the cards dealt wrong or is this that special gift I have earned?  Bars of gold, a brilliant luster, you hear them say: now this I can muster.  Work for no one; be on my own, bathe in richness, if this gold were mine.  Answer to everyone's prayers?  This bar of brilliance, my bar of gold, he sits here crippled and unable to talk.  His eyes shine bright, his smile true, his head is held high with dignity and pride!  I must work hard for my bar of gold, yet he bastes my soul with a
richness all his own.

When we are at rest, deep in slumber, my son my soul begins to wonder.  We travel the heavens hand in hand, becoming stronger as our wings expand.  Taking us higher and higher as we laugh and dance along the way,
comforted peacefully while the angels play!  This bar of gold that I have earned, I thank God daily as we visit the heavens unknown to man.  Only the chosen, the strong and the few, are granted the privilege of visiting his land.

My son my soul, gathering strength, armed and ready to face mans fate.  It is so hard sometimes, no one knows.  I question God during the more difficult times.  Why me? Why us?  Our light becomes dull and our strength depletes.  The mind many a time bogs down and tires.  Just about then, I think I can't take it anymore, I give up.   There are times I even wish I were dead...knock! knock! knock! someone at the door coming to visit and pity us some more.  How do you do it? I hear them say, I could never do it your way!  I look into their eyes, past the doors to their soul.  I think to myself, of course you couldn't know.  All of a sudden! A flash of light races by, for a mere second it bewildered my thoughts.  Exhausted and tired, oh! Why me?  Suddenly, but slowly I turn to take a peek and there is my baby, his eyes sparkling like diamonds as they flash back at me.  Our eyes make contact and in silence of course, they say Thank-You oh Lord for mommy and me.  For the privilege and the honor of nurturing and loving this precious piece of yours.  Sealed with a kiss, his love so pure. He turns his little body nestling for a position of comfort, enabling him his cartoons.

Returning my attentions to a unfortunate friend, as she babbles aimlessly about how sorry she is.  I search her eyes one more time, past the open doors. I can see deep within, it's just a little soul who yet has to grow. It is within my understanding why you were not chosen.  You have not earned the right nor the privilege to nurture and love and protect HIS bar of gold. I can feel a tear beginning to emerge as my friend reaches out feeling sorry for me.  She begins to say: oh! don't cry it could have been worse.  Shaking my head, I totally agree and deep in my heart I thank God again for choosing me.  I feel a smile about to give in, yes! It could have been worse.  He could have given this fragile little thing to someone like her instead of to me!

My son my soul, together we are one.  Our strength and love combined will keep us whole.  Climbing higher and higher, becoming stronger and stronger.  My love, my life, together we will flourish and we will grow
until it is time for us to go home.  We are special, the chosen few, my son my soul!

[This message has been edited by Joanna T. Lopez (edited 03-06-2000).]

Dusk Treader

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since 1999-06-18

Posts 1187
St. Paul, MN

1 posted 2000-03-04 07:45 PM

I must say I really enjoyed this piece! Excellently done and delightful to read because of how lyrical it is. I enjoyed your metaphor and the tale of your love for your son, wonderful!

Abrahm Simons

Put one foot on the path of life and tread the dagger's path betwixt dark and light.

Joanna T. Lopez
Junior Member

since 2000-02-02

Posts 33
El Paso, Texas

2 posted 2000-03-06 08:47 AM

Thank you Dusk for your thoughts on this piece. Also this piece is not about my son, but about a nieghbor and her handicapped child. I wrote this piece especially for her and she liked it.

See Ya! Have A Grand Day!, Joanna T.

Christopher

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-02

Posts 8296
Purgatorial Incarceration

3 posted 2000-03-08 09:48 AM

Then you have an amazing gift of empathy. Well done.

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