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The Vase

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Mike
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I often in my garden pray,
When comes the night, and gone the day,
In solitude; alone, by self,
Forgotten vase on dusty shelf.

Imploring God, to set me free,
Lift my blinders, so I can see,
Will I ever live a life,
Ever be a loving wife?

My father left when I was born,
Raised by Momma, threadbare and worn,
No friendships made, nor games to play,
No time for fun, would Momma say.

Was seventeen when came the stroke,
Upon us both, life's cruel, cruel joke,
An invalid, and I her nurse,
Both confined, to God we curse.

Am thirty-three, and Momma's dead,
I found her here, as lay in bed,
With mourners few, is laid to rest,
A single rose, upon her breast.

I sit alone in still of night,
and feel the pain of sorrow's bite,
In solitude; alone, by self,
Forgotten vase, on dusty shelf.
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1 posted 05-28-2000 01:20 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

Mike~
So moving - so gentle is this piece.

I'm caught in a sigh - of remembered goodbye.

The 'forgotten vase upon dusty shelf'
holds a little bit of self.

When tender is the night -
my tears are touched to fall.
Thank you for this stirring reminder
of one I lost.
~*Marge*~


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Elizabeth Santos
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2 posted 05-28-2000 01:25 AM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

A sad poem, but not the end of the world, only the beginning of a new life. Time to dust off the vase and let its true beauty be seen. A very different theme, and well presented as usual
Liz
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3 posted 05-28-2000 09:49 AM       View Profile for Kit McCallum   Email Kit McCallum   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kit McCallum

You words were very fluid in this piece Mike ... beautifully written,

Best wishes,
/Kit
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4 posted 05-28-2000 09:54 AM       View Profile for Meadowmuse   Email Meadowmuse   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Meadowmuse's Home Page   View IP for Meadowmuse

This tale is beautifully told and written with the empathy of a truly compassionate soul. Wonderful, Mike.

~ Claire

 Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau


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5 posted 05-28-2000 10:54 AM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

Mike, I was entranced by the story. Perfectly done, my friend.  
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6 posted 05-28-2000 11:11 AM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Mike, this is such an empathetic look into another's soul and you display your own tender heart in the rendering...Exceptional, as always, my friend.
 
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