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Opening The Blinds (a long relecting one)
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Opening The Blinds (a long relecting one) |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL 
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Late day sun peeking Intruding through the cracks, In a covered window, And I lazily lounge here, Raise an amused eyebrow, And toy with the idea of opening, And revealing all within my home, To strangers outside, While at the same time, Letting myself out, Gaze carries me through the sunlit breeze. I remember Easter from different years back, Assorted and random memories, Let me remember.... Awakening to baskets of treats, I always like the treasoness jellybeans, Because they were like little surprises fallen, Teasingly tantalizing in artificial purple grass. Chocolate ears and smiles. Innocence was a spring morning, In a summer dress and new shoes. Early Sunday services, That filled even a young heart with love, And it was then that I prayed in earnest, For my mother and father, my family, To find their way there to such wonderous gifts. Encircled by the believers, I had hope. Then home again, Colored eggs by the dozens peeked out, From beneath their secret places, Stashed for a giggling child to happen across. Tired adults supervised the merry And eager romping of no more than children, With no more responsibility than to be loved and taught to love. And now, I am grown, Or I'd like to think I am some days, And today I've found a smile I haven't had in days, In rememberance of all this, Because in the later years as I became too old, To partake of the pleasures of being a child on easter, I let go somehow of the believers and my hope for my family inheriting those gifts, But still remained as I watched my siblings, Growing, And taking delight in taking my place, As one of the tired adults to oversee the merry romping. Remembering the smile on my parents face, And knowing the joy they must have felt then, And then the wish they must have had, For such true innocence to perhaps befall them again. There among them, I became an adult, Yet I am still a child, And that is a phenonmenon unto itself, Because I wonder.. When will I grow up..or do I want to? So I watch from outside, Seemed to have traded my place in the believer's circle, In exchange for my parents..my family, And there they are in the position I was years ago, Praying in earnest for me, And always stretching their hands outward, Telling me of the joys they know within the circle. I'm even further away from my siblings, And now.. Neices and nephews, Wanting to watch the delighted smiles on their faces, The sheer joy the chocolate rabbits cause for them. But knowing, in my heart, Will always be a happy thought for them, And as long as I know of their happiness, How can my heart ache? How can a smile not break my face, And tears of pure and simple joy love, For such precious heavenly gifts, How can they not come? The siblings For Melissa (always spelled her name wrong..a sister's trademark) For Roger (Bubba...a little man like my Dad) For Tanya (Who knew the childhood terror would be so mature now?) For Stacy (Embraced with welcome...a sharp wit..who knew she could ever make me laugh so?) For Suzanne (me in reverse..what I would have wanted to be...but am not..who knew I would admire her so much for her strength and conviction?) For Sarah (amazing to be growing...brighter than I ever gave her credit for..perceptive beyond expectation) For Lori (darling baby...the youngest..whom I held in my arms and whispered too while I was still young..always thinking about me...proof in tiny gifts all over my house..library moments in memory forever) The new Neices For Emily (who one day will remember me without turning away..and whom I will always thank inwardly for bringing my mother such happiness) For Natalie (newborn...never had my eyes on her..but I know she's precious) And to end my rambling here... I must. Is it the eldest's job to always remember? Worry and watch over them all from even afar? I miss the lazy childhood days now, Just as Daddy once said we would, During those long lectures after heated battles, With both sides ready for fire. Sternly he said, and some part of me knew this, Wanted and tried to scream it out in desperation, But children were children. We got along when we did, And fought when we did. Normal Never deprived. And now.. The parents, Make us realize how we're all aging, And one day we shall take care of them, Just as they still take care of us. So, I remember the innoncence, Then the loss of it. The fun And then the onset of seriousness. The open welcome feeling, And then the chips on our teenage and mid adult shoulders. The time is now for reflection, For thank you's And for respect. I love you, my family. Precious to me. May God watch over you all. I know He will. still d-i-s-c-o-n-n-e-c-t-e-d I am bound by this, you see...to become Night's sole mistress, and I am jealous in my endeavours for his attention. [This message has been edited by Temptress (edited 04-14-2001).] |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
With the memories of your youth in here and the love you show, you've created a beautiful tribute to your family. |
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Kay Member
since 2001-04-13
Posts 70 |
I loved this. Family is everything. Listen to your daddy, he is right! |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
and watch over you as well. . . never forget. . . for in those memories. . . we find ourselves. . . excellent. . . -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Elizabeth, Thank you. Tears misted my eyes as I wrote, and I simply wish I could have fit more in. There simply aren't words to suffice. Kay, Thanks. Some days I wish I had listened to him more, but I suppose we all have to learn some things on our own. My Dad is precious to me as is all of my family. Sven Pen, Thank you very much.  It was nice to reflect and remember. Kind of a transportation into peace. still d-i-s-c-o-n-n-e-c-t-e-d |
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Passions Voice Member
since 2000-10-23
Posts 291Michigan |
I remember those days. Thanks for bringing them back for me. And yes, listen to your Father, they know best.  passion is life. . . ~Diana |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
beautiful..I have felt these moments like yours...as we grow older we still feel childlike in many ways... hugss~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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