Member Rara Avis
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!
I love the humor that Marge had.
There is a special place in my heart for Marge. I know that is true of many people here and all have their stories. I read Marge's poetry on the boards here, and I really enjoyed her pictures of her grand daughters and her flowers. Many don't know that flowers are a passion of mine. I don't want to grow them. I want to savor them. Marge brought them to us all to savor.
Marge and I didn't interact on the PiP boards much. When she wrote a comment to a poem that I posted, it would make my day. Okay, it would make my week. After some time being here, I started to dabble in the Poetry Workshop. I started at the beginning o the forum and would try various types of poetry. Marge noticed.
One day, years ago, I received an email from Marge and she said that she was going to try to get the Workshop going - she had noticed my attempts and knew that I would learn - and knew that I wanted to learn.
She worked her magic and participated in the lessons. I had always respected Marge, but I grew to love Marge.
I miss her - and I smile when I remember what a fierce warrior woman she was when our poetry was being stolen and placed on another site. She was like a Mother tending her puppies. Our poems and we were her puppies. She went after that site and she never stopped dogging them until she gained satisfaction.
I miss her. I miss Marge.