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The Forever Angel
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The Forever Angel |
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Sunshine
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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The Forever Angel Snow lay on the December ground, sparkling white with little sound children came home from far and wide, to spend holiday at parents' side Christmas glory echoed in the halls, and cheerily to each they called "Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad, this, the best we have ever had!" Although it was but Christmas Eve, the house held sounds so merry children giggled so happily, ersatz tree trimmed in red cranberries brocaded stockings so large and vast, held by angels in bronze metal cast and one could view in the scheme, that angels were by large the theme "Mom, you outdid yourself again!" and the oldest boy smiled merrily as he glanced around the room to see the handiwork of his mother so free, ivory white lace covered the tables, and lace graced the angels' wings "Mom, when Christmas is in your heart, you sure make this place sing!" The old man watched his wife's sweet face, then pulled her into his embrace no words were spoken, just a glance, for in their hearts lay their romance the cheer and gaiety of the room abound, for their children gathered 'round and mother blushed, dad did too, as she scurried away to fix Christmas stew and as the children headed for their rooms, the old man went to peek beneath the laden Christmas tree, some initials he did seek I.C.I.D. on a large box in red, had kept him puzzled for many days tenderly he fingered the box, and wondered what in it might lay. Then to his ears came a sound of distress, he hurried to the dining room there on the carpet lay his wife, he thought perhaps she'd swooned he felt for life, he held his breath, but lo, he only saw the face of death and gathered her in his arms so tight, a moan then rent through the night. Days followed, solemn and vast, no Christmas for them had come to pass through the ceremonies he had walked, but little did the old man talk the children followed the man to his home, to remove all decoration but father exploded "NO!, leave it all here, in commemoration!" So the children left their father behind, amid the stockings and gifts figuring the solace of the beauty would help to heal the frightful rift that lay now within their father's heart, perhaps the season would impart some sweet sense of remembrance, some sweet peace to his broken heart. For many days the man ambled around, solemnly walked over his grounds and soon the season of winter passed, spring and warmth came with sound redbirds, orioles by the score, still the ersatz tree stood on the living room floor and the Christmas gift with I.C.I.D. glowed red under the laden Christmas tree. I.C.I.D., her message to him, "in case I die" had been her spoken whim she always had wanted him to know, that if someday she were to go there would have been a way to believe, that her love would never leave and the great package labeled I.C.I.D. glowed red under the Christmas tree Summer swept in, green lawns, blue skies, still the man hadn't cried and his children now so far away, called often, though he didn't say what was really on his mind, just answered questions, said he was fine but the red package labeled I.C.I.D. still glowed under the ersatz tree. Soon fall swept across the land, still the room was in Christmas grand and the man walked through his days, and had found in him a way to pray. He believed in God, and a plan, but all his life, he'd been in command so deep in thought this fall, one night, he took a stand, stood upright "God, you took her too soon away from me, my sweet angelic wife, Mary, soon it will be from a year ago, when last I saw her hair, white of snow when last I held her in my arms, when last I was able to kiss her charms and all I really want to know, is that in Your love she still glows." He finally began to cry, as the season passed on to winter white and long he dreamed of his Mary, come to him in softest light her golden voice he could not hear, but in his dreams he held her near and in the quiet of the night, his vision beheld her in his sight. The ersatz tree still stood aloft, last year's merry sounds still echoed soft as the old man came in one morn, took his chair, still feeling forlorn a year had come, and swept on by, and the red package caught his eye I.C.I.D., in case I die, the label said, and he slowly shook his head. He picked up the red package, it's golden bow still on so tight and amazed was he at the weight, it seemed so very feather-light. "To my Tom" a second label read, and again he slowly shook his head. "Ah my Mary, I love you so" and slowly he began to un-do the bow. Peace descended upon the old man, as a whiff of her perfume arose and slowly, but so certainly with whim, the smallest smile came to him. He laid back the paper of red, as he saw the white hair on the head of the most beautiful angel ever to be, beheld in the face of his sweet Mary. And from the red box with golden bow, he drew forth an angel, just so with lacy wings, all dressed in sheen, but his Mary's face looked at him for she had crafted, with such grace, the whitest hair, the sweetest face and now forever an Angel would she be, as she graced him with her memory. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
What a special way to have one's heart touched so early in the morning.... Thank you, sunshine.....  |
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maxtec1 Senior Member
since 2000-12-09
Posts 577Garland, Tx |
Wow What a heart felt work you have here. I loved it. Love and light, Richard |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Kari, Oh kid, this has made the tears stream down my face this is so utterly beautiful, it is stunning. You have written such a treasure, it really is so outstanding. Beautiful is too simple an expression but this is. Take care, I'll go and have a good blub in a minute Majestic Marsha Take back the hope you gave,- I claim Only a memory of the same Robert Browning |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
'Deer, thank you. Several years ago, an event very similar to this occurred, and it was so very sad...this morning I awoke thinking of it, and the words stirred around so that eventually before the light of computer, two pages of gift flew forth...and you found it...thank you... and thank you Richard... and Marsha?...when I tried to read this back for meter and such...I too cried, and cried...thank you for sharing your golden tears with me... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Karilea~ You have touched my heart~ What a special piece of you is wrapped in this gift~ 'all I really want to know, is that in Your love she still glows.' Yes, it is so. *Gentle Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
There seems to be a mist on my monitor screen making it hard to see the words I type. guess I will have to get a new monitor ... or a handkerchief. Live for love. Without love, you don't live. |
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Sunshine
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Marge, we must always be open to our muse, isn't that correct? YOU make me shine...thank you... Interloper, I know Santa is in one of the other forums, I shall whisper in his/her ear about your need for a new kerchief...and thank you kindly for reading... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
I believe that I may need one of those kerchiefs from Interloper. . . This is beautiful. . .  -------------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Just shove a box of kleenex my way, please. *S* Lovely, Sunshine! |
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Sunshine
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sven, I am sure Interloper will be glad to share, thank you for taking the time for the long read... Suthern, do you know how special you've now made this poem by just coming in for a read? Thank you... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
Sunshine-Left me in awe and a lump in my throat, sweet, sad and phenomenal. |
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Sunshine
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Gemini, kind words indeed...thank you for reading...... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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athena4 Senior Member
since 2000-12-10
Posts 622 |
Sunshine, What a story! The tears fell uncontrollably on this one. You have a way of touching the deepest part of the heart of the reader. I loved it! Elise |
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Sunshine
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Thank you Athena, those are kind words indeed....and I hope I always do... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Amazing...I to had a sad event happen at Christmas time ten years ago...and it was one of the sadest Christmases...still affects me today...cast a shadow on the Christmas season...I hope for the day when Christmas time will be a happy time for me... it does get better every year...James |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
James, I am sorry if this brought back sad memories, but if we allow time to heal, then yes, indeed, it gets a little easier...we never forget, but we learn to live again... thank you for reading... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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Ramses Junior Member
since 2000-12-14
Posts 40Porsgrunn, Telemark, Norway |
Sunshine... This is deep...Every now and then you read this special piece that really changes your entire day...You changed mine today, made the thoughts wander... -Ramses- |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Sunshine, Beautifully written and filled with ever changing emotions. You just never know what life will bring. The ending was perfect. This one really touched my heart. Lone Wolf Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ramses, LoneWolf, you have both succeeded in letting me know that I did what I hoped to do...to touch a heart...thank you both... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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