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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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left behind waving almost thoughtlessly until I saw his face distraught between his fingers stress-relief rear window tears down dirty cheek drown his face backwards in his safety seat with each spin of wheel I felt the agony of "feel" I felt the leaving of his soul each spin of wheel, a decade old... I meant to blow him kisses on the wind, but found my fingers without end growing miles (nothing to tend) trying to bring him back again... goodbye to child-- innocence gone--defiled... he'll not know me. I long to be good memory... Longing for his eyes enthralled longing for his mind recalled... Remember I loved you instead. Remember? Please have memory. Remember, please remember me. *inspired by a special lady, and her incredible capacity of heart* [This message has been edited by serenity (edited 12-01-2001).] |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Very nice, As I was recently told, it's special to be inspired, And this speaks out with a special touch, I'm sure you'll be remembered. Gloom |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
S, you did this subject well. I hope it serves as comfort. Very beautifully done. Sandra |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
You my friend are unforgettable. Is that a song I hear?  |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Serenity, Well done and well done will always be remembered. *L* |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
down dirty cheek drown his face backwards in his safety seat with each spin of wheel I felt the agony of "feel" I felt the leaving of his soul each spin of wheel, a decade old... I was erased. I meant to blow him kisses on the wind, but found my fingers without end growing miles (nothing to tend) trying to bring him back again... So hard to say goodbye to child-- innocence gone--defiled... Next time, I know he'll not know me. I long to be good memory... Longing for his eyes enthralled longing for his mind recalled... ================================= good god this is hauntingly beautiful sen... is there nothing you cant write about that dont make the reader feel and see whats happening?? this cuts and touches places deep for many reasons. Not "erased" baby.... he may not remember the face.. but the act of kind will leave an impress on his heart and mind. Ya know what Logan would say? Old Souls never forget  love ya me twin me |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
 Kathleen (Kay) |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
always my friend. . . always. . . this is why you're one of my favorite poets. . . and why you continue to amaze and inspire me. . . --------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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