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Lady In White

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since 2001-02-12

Posts 2799
USA

0 posted 2001-04-15 07:30 PM

Easter Mem’ries

perhaps
because it is Easter
perhaps
because I am wearing
his sweater
or that I watched
a sad movie,

regardless,

here I am now,
sharing mem’ries of
one that shall walk
through my thoughts
until I, too,
take my last breath

he was that good

don’t tell me, please,
no one could have
been that good,

he was

lately I see that I am
one of those very few
who was cherished
by a father

how I wish
you could have been
his, too

I digress

the Easter I remember
was chockfull
of chocolate promises
thrills of a five
and three year old
just poking through
like Easter grass
through basket weave

the whole day
beckoning spring bright
and sun-warmed
with delight!

“Hurry, get ready!”
and in dancing joy
I pranced backwards
(because I could)
and did not
stop in time as Dad
yelled “stop!”
and landed,
barefeet down
on the heater’s grill,

for the floor heater
was a caution! to
STAY AWAY
from HOT,

but backward skipping
and the lack of
the coming eyes
in the back of my head

allowed me to
burn the soles of
my feet

as adrenalin will do
I forget a few moments
of what must have been
a voice that
came from my young
body,
crying,

but I remember what happened
after.
No Easter for me,
no hunting for eggs,
or dressing in my new dress,
or gloves or bonnet
or new straw purse,
no church, nor
the sun to be
on my face.

Disgraced. I felt disgraced
that I had to keep my father
home with me because of
my five year old
insensitivities.

instead, what occurred
was almost an instant
decrease of pain,
for after everyone had
gone to church,
except my father and me,

he kept applying salve
on my burned feet,
and told me the Story.

The Easter Story.

His low voice quietly
told of how Jesus had
born the cross,
how they had nailed
his hands and feet,
and that I should
not cry,
for He had died to
ease our pain.

My tears ceased,
and I remember hoping
that Jesus’ Father
would have helped his Son
as my father
was helping me.

And He did.

He gave us Easter memories, too.

Balladeer

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since 1999-06-05

Posts 25505
Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA

1 posted 2001-04-16 07:39 AM

Beautiful story, Lady.You make me wish I'd had a father I could feel this way about. You are very fortunate indeed.....

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Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-06

Posts 8369
Deep in the heart

2 posted 2001-04-16 09:00 AM

Like 'Deer said ...

Live for love. Without love, you don't live.

Wilfred Yeats
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since 2000-08-04

Posts 2704
Wilmington, Delaware

3 posted 2001-04-16 10:31 AM

You made me cry - I have good easter childhood memories - but nothing like this

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