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suthern
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0 posted 04-04-2000 04:18 PM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for suthern

She searched her world for the perfect gift
The soft cream and lavender appealed
So she ignored the pain of the stickers
And picked thistles from the field.
She cheerfully sucked blood from pricked fingers
And gathered a huge bouquet
Before proudly delivering her present
With her wish - "Happy Mother’s Day."
No insult was ever intended
But to her dismay and surprise
Her offering incensed the recipient
The flowers were thrown out and despised.
"So that’s how you feel" she heard shouted
"Giving me those thorny weeds.
This garbage you’ve just dumped on me
Is the last thing that anyone needs!"
Perhaps no one stopped to consider
That the gift was more than the flowers.
The child felt her love was rejected
And she cried for hours upon hours.
She grew up, as most little girls do
And vowed that she would be tough
And never let on how it crushed her
Knowing her love was never enough.
But lonely’s a lousy companion
So she allowed herself to pretend
That someone would see she had value
And her solitude at long last end.
She offered her heart to a good man
Hoping he’d heal the hurt of the years
But he found no beauty in thistles
Well-watered with her tears.
So she’s again left wondering
What’s her reason for being on earth
When all that she is and possesses
Is completely lacking worth.

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1 posted 04-04-2000 04:38 PM       View Profile for Temptress   Email Temptress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Temptress

This is beautiful. I love the truth in it.
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2 posted 04-04-2000 04:40 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Michael

Oh man, suthern.  This moves me like few things ever could.  "Knowing your love is never enough" - "all you possess lacking worth"...  I am literally tearing just reading those lines.  I can offer but my compassion and empathy.  Beautiful but very sad poem.  (((HUGS)))


Michael



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3 posted 04-04-2000 04:54 PM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

Temptress: Thank you very much! *S*

Michael: So many times, your poems have moved me to tears... *S* Thank you for the kind comments and the hugs... both are appreciated! *S*
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4 posted 04-04-2000 04:56 PM       View Profile for Janet Marie   Email Janet Marie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Janet Marie

She grew up, as most little girls do
And vowed that she would be tough
And never let on how it crushed her
Knowing her love was never enough.
But lonely’s a lousy companion
So she allowed herself to pretend
That someone would see she had value
And her solitude at long last end.
She offered her heart to a good man
Hoping he’d heal the hurt of the years
But he found no beauty in thistles
Well-watered with her tears.
So she’s again left wondering
What’s her reason for being on earth
When all that she is and possesses
Is completely lacking worth.
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suthern, i read this several times over 10 mins ago and it still effects me deeply.
you have written this with such pure sincere emotion. it is of perfection.
extemely moving....I feel the emotions of this in your words... the wounding of a childs soul...its scars stay forever...how well i know...as the poet here MUST too...the words cut too deep for it not to be
personal thank you for sharing this.
take care, jm


..."she said,I dont know if I've ever been good enough...and I'm a little bit rusty... and I feel like my head is caving in...
and I DONT KNOW IF I'VE EVER BEEN REALLY LOVED BY A HAND THATS TOUCHED ME...and I feel like somethings gonna give...
and I'm a little bit angry..."
Matchbox20
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5 posted 04-04-2000 04:59 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

suthern, I never experienced this, and was so well loved as a child, but your words were like a thorn piercing my heart. This is so sad, but you have conveyed the feelings so well in your poetry.
Very well written
Liz
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6 posted 04-04-2000 05:02 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

Suthern girl, if you say you got no worth again, I'm gonna spank you! Oh, sure, you'ld like that!!! Too many of us know how much beauty you have within. Don't let rejection get you down. Geez, even my mother told me she just wanted to be friends! Hang in there, girl  
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7 posted 04-04-2000 06:01 PM       View Profile for Andrew Scott   Email Andrew Scott   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Andrew Scott

My dear Lady Suthern... I offer you hugs that heal for this piece of art so perfectly captures the pain that both the little girl and the woman have felt.  

Your words are a moving force and I shall forever be thankful for every weed my daughters bring me.  I bow to you and yours for this powerful offering.

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8 posted 04-04-2000 06:14 PM       View Profile for Corazon   Email Corazon   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corazon

this poem is so powerful, as yours always are....really sad touching message....but now if its about you....then I will kindly (and not so kindly if it comes to that my dear friend *puts up her dukes*) you are worth more than I can say to *me*....great writing my friend
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If this has to do with you Suthern. You have all the worth in the world my friend. You can give me thistles anytime    Love ya...and ((((((BIG HUGS))))))
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10 posted 04-04-2000 08:59 PM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

Janet: A simple "thank you" isn't an adequate response for your words... but I do thank you! *S*

Elizabeth: Your heart is too dear to pierce... thank you, sweet lady!

Balladeer: Really? *perk* Is that a promise? *gleeful grin* "I've got no worth, I've got no worth." Nyah, nyah. LOL.

Andrew: I don't think you need improvement fathering, dear friend... I suspect you see things through their eyes on a regular basis. *S*

Corazon: Feisty today, aren't you? *G* Thank you... your words mean much to me. *S*

WhtDove: You dear! *S* I still think thistles are lovely... I just don't pick them anymore. *S*

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11 posted 04-04-2000 09:07 PM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

Thistles really do have their own special beauty... and there are some who appreciate them... You'll find them - I'm sure of it

You've got some potent words here, my friend - You don't post often, but when you do, it's bound to be a good one...
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12 posted 04-04-2000 10:58 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

This touched me deeply, Suthern. How very sad that a child's gift of love was not seen for what it was. This is an excellent piece of writing. HUGS

Denise
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13 posted 04-04-2000 11:11 PM       View Profile for Tara Simms   Email Tara Simms   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Tara Simms's Home Page   View IP for Tara Simms

Suthern, the pain in this poem is heartwrenching.  I'd rather receive a bouquet of weeds clutched in the grimy hands of my children than a dozen perfect roses any day.  
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14 posted 04-05-2000 03:51 AM       View Profile for RainbowGirl   Email RainbowGirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit RainbowGirl's Home Page   View IP for RainbowGirl

I walked the fields this morning
and picked sun drenched daffodils
carried them with me by the lake
and then as I struggled uphill

Couldn't stop Snoops from eating one
and the horses were hungry as well
I lost two to some sheep and a lamb
fell in a cow patch and boy do I smell

My bouquet is now a single daffodil
the colour blessed with sunshine
the tears in your eyes as I hand you
with love - this offering of mine.

Got to go, I'm late...love you MotherHen

HUSG


 If I could, I would and if I didn't, I should have!
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And here's another daffodil.
Now you have two.
Liz
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Suthern, this incredible poem haunts me - lovelier than any thistle, but also more thorny.  It pricked my heart, and brought tears to my eyes.  

Your beauty shines through in your poetry, just as the beauty of the thistles can be seen.  I'm sure it's only a matter of time before someone comes along who is willing to endure the thorns, for the chance to grasp the lovely thistle!


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17 posted 04-05-2000 05:27 AM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Suthern~

The lovely Thistle
guarded with thorn
cannot match the beauty
in your heart worn.

The beauty within the flower
so elegantly borne.
Why, even the rose
is guarded with thorn.

Behold !  I have seen the rose of your heart.
And you bloom with beauty.
~*Marge*~
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18 posted 04-05-2000 09:48 AM       View Profile for Corazon   Email Corazon   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corazon

the comments here touch me as much as the poem did, am glad everyone here also sees in you what I see  
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Nan: Thank you! *S* Your words are greatly appreciated!

Denise & Tara: This is one of those poems that was wrenched forth after festering for many years... thank you for receiving it so kindly!

Rainbow: I love you, too! *S* Thank you for the beautiful poem and the daffodil.... *S* That's my very favorite flower! *S*

Elizabeth: Thank you... now I have a pair of lovely flowers from a pair of loving ladies... all are beautiful! *S*

hsystems: Thank you very much for your kind words!

Marge: The rose is beautiful... as are your comments... thank you! *S*

Corazon: They touch me, too... very much. I lack the words to express my appreciation for the kind reception the poem and the poet have been given. *S*
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Suthern...this one brought me to tears. Your talent shines in the swriting of this piece, but your heart shines in its messages. Wonderful work  
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Hoot: This heart thanks you. *S*
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Suthern, you brought back a painful memory but in your sharing, made me realize that "things happen".  I was brought up with love, but a child doesn't always know that what is beautiful to him or her, looks like something the cat drug in to others.

Your words are remarkable, as are you.  Hugs,

 Sunshine
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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suthern,

This is very moving.  It reminds me of a dear friend with a heart full of love, whose heart has been crushed so many times she no longer believes in her own worth.  It is the saddest thing I know, and your words express it beautifully.  The metaphor of the thistle works beautifully here, and the story of the child's rejected gift ties in perfectly with the later events related.  I am grateful to you for you sharing this.  It is obviously deeply personal.


 Catch the witness, catch the wit,
Catch the spirit, catch the spit

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24 posted 04-06-2000 09:25 AM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

Sunshine: I still look like something the cat drug in! LOL Thanks for reading!

Tom Sawyer: My heart (and understanding!) goes out to your friend... Some of us carry so much baggage it takes a parade of porters and it's not designer dresses! *S* Thank you for your kind comments! *S*
 
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