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Bicker, Bicker [possibly a hanky alert...]
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Bicker, Bicker [possibly a hanky alert...] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Bicker, Bicker Ramblings of a mind forming effervesce in sudden verve, bubbling reminders of what once was…. Mom and Dad, looking back at me from a photo in the mid ‘80’s smiling their 50’s something early love, which was still lingering just as the thoughts of you, Sissie and I, still standing in small-fry stance, all of us being too long-legged, in too-soon-filled clothes of yesterday sibling bickering “who’s going to clean the table, wash the dishes, dry and put away…” and no one had looked at the schedule posted right there… and our pencil-logged heights grouped right over... there... but if you were caught trying to catch a glimpse of that ol’ black and white TV, then whomever was on dish duty was sure to get a douse of cold water over their previously hot water rinsed dishes… and someone would catch…. heck that we weren’t born closer and you [the one that was on dry detail] would really have to dry them now… Then, if a voice came from the living room, remember?, the one that said we’d ALL be in trouble if we didn’t all “get along”... that’s when the singing would start. Were we loud? Oh surely, NO, but surely so, Home, home on the range... and which of us would sing off key, just to make sure the folks knew that even “off key” we were “getting along…” birth dates separated us by time and we grew apart, in some ways, as siblings do…finding our own ways, then finding our way home again because didn’t mother always say “you only have each other…” and weren’t those her wisest words? Then daddy said, or at least, I heard… “Take care of each other…” Bicker, bicker... we heard it but we figured the folks would always step in… we loved them, each in our own ways... and then they were gone... now, in bicker bicker memories, I hear love that wandered between us... and I love you, still, and always… it’s August, and the cornflowers start to die, their time is gone… I miss them, you… but our time will come again if not now then…later... and I will not stop wondering where it went… |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...very tender and sweet...James |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Oh Karilea, this is beautiful, I am crying. I'm keeping this. I have no words.  M |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
... Beautiful. ~soft smiles & misty eyes~ |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Wow, kleenex is right.....think you nailed this one right into a universal theme...certainly one for me. Think I'll e-mail my sisters, maybe send 'em some of my latest poetry.....yep.... ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
Lovely. The one I miss with painful longing is my sis. Over the years my sis and I become close, very dear close friends. Thousand of miles separated us and over the years we talked and talked over the phone and became very close. I miss her with a passion. She had a way of listening and hearing your pain, but never telling you what to do. The laughter,oh my. What laughter till our eyes filled with tears from laughing so hard. Good one. Bon-Bon  |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
The essence of time... May we all make the very best of every moment... for today is soon to be yesterday... Well penned, K...  |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea This makes me miss a sister that I never had, heck, it even makes me miss my brother. Thank you for this treasure! |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri |
You knew this one would get to me, Karilea. Those two girls of mine, bickering last night. But when they lie on the comforter in front of the TV and the Macy (age 4) puts her head on Sissie's tummy (Chelsea, age 12) and they hug and giggle lil' girl giggles...well, you know all is right with the world. Loved this! Patricia |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
So lovely and touching, Karilea. Thank you for sharing this. Hugs, ~Vicky "My friends are my estate." |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Karilea . . . you will find each other again . . . you are too sweet a soul this is beautiful and I smiled at the home . . . home on the range . . . *smile* xxoo |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Definitely a hanky alert. *S* My sister and I used to bicker so incessantly that an acquaintance of my Dad noted "they must be sisters... they're certainly NOT friends." *S* But the age difference that was so immense in childhood is nothing now... and she's my best female friend... I literally wouldn't be alive without her... and now we're reminding HER kids the things we (and you *S*) were told so often... get along... all the while knowing it can't be forced, but comes in its own time. * S* A lovely heart-tug... I thank you! *S* |
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dreambuilder Member
since 2003-03-23
Posts 319caddyshack |
Karilea - you struck a chord here this is awesome & very touching moving is a good word I think I'll call my family soon after this gentle reminder & walk down memorie lane... left me tearful Thank You - DQ |
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