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The Trip to Mother and Father-in-love
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The Trip to Mother and Father-in-love |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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The Trip to Mother and Father-in-love It is so cold here closed and pumping heat it seeps out of the walls and I must walk the frost tipped grass to relieve the ice that I feel coming from the aged couple she of frail and he of will Her voice is caught in morning tones soft and pleading for annunciation wanting to be cared for yet wanting to be not to do something that will catch the gruff make him hear and ease back into what is love I touch her hand and close mine like a blanket on a child meaning to be warm afraid I’ll crush the bones like baby birds so He marches into battle with the foe that takes her and breaks small pieces at a time until there is only a sigh and pale time dry eyes that do not find the strength to weep at the harsh loud noise he throws her way built from not knowing what to do to caulk the pieces He thought he had the weapons for it all for building and keeping what he deserved using up the muscles in his reserve he grew a beard of white that he could say was time he could use it like a clock ticking down the minutes until the final paper loud and clear proclaimed him mightier then what It is so cold that the boy who is a man cannot hold the tenderness of time and make his father see the gravity of this parting gift the gravity of love so dense with muscle that the ache burns after all the chore is done I can sing this now tell the story that I see and yet though I am warm and I have flown miles away the bitter truth is the cold remains |
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Copperbell Senior Member
since 2003-11-08
Posts 956 |
I enjoyed reading this...but sad |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
What a write Marti! The ache as time takes away what has been cherished so, and makes it unbelievably changed and frail. Such tender sympathy for the aging that sometimes is unforgiving. Hugs, TD |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
What Kathy said, with a hug included...aging is such harsh company....when we have been away and then return... |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Hard miles. There is no destination on this road, only points of passage. I have missed you. |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
So sad...to feel this, to hold in emotions because letting them out will only make it worse, and yet the cold permeating everything.... I feel for you on this one, and with this beautifully created poem, I think I feel exactly as you did. Now I'm doubly glad you're back. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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pictureme Member
since 2003-11-28
Posts 248Ohio, USA |
Such a bitter sweet read. An emotional write which awakens an emotional read of reality. I enjoyed this poem with a tear! pictureme :-) |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
 You, my dear lady are the queen of poetry. Not believing me? smile... read this as if someone else wrote it: "I touch her hand and close mine like a blanket on a child meaning to be warm afraid I’ll crush the bones like baby birds so" Hug yourself twice. Once for me, and once for you.  |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Glanced back here and what do I see? New Pic, and a beauty it is! I like this one very much. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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garysgirl 
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
I can sing this now tell the story that I see and yet though I am warm and I have flown miles away the bitter truth is the cold remains Martie, I am so glad to see you here. I'm missed you, too.  And, yes, you did tell the story that you saw, and so well that I felt I was there watching. Martie, I love the new picture!! Hugs to you, sweet lady  Ethel |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 sad but beautiful...you do that well |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MartiSis~ 'I touch her hand and close mine like a blanket on a child meaning to be warm afraid I’ll crush the bones like baby birds so' How fragile your word-thoughts~ Poignancy in this tender piece~ Glad you and Taylor have returned safely my dear friend~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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jaicie114 Senior Member
since 2003-09-27
Posts 750On the edge of forever |
So beautifully sculpted, Martie. Thank you. Love and Light...jc This I know as Truth...we are all Beings of Light. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This is stunning, Martie... the ache and cold seep through the screen. Welcome back... the pic is lovely! *S* |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
welcome back Martie - a great poem with sad truths and keen observations - Paul |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Thank you for sending this my way...hmmm...heart hugs?  K |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Ah Martie...You have been missed. This is a treasure as are you! Love the new pic as well! Hugs~ ~ let peace begin with me... ~ |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Martie Well done, enjoyed. PS. pretty icture. |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Martie I tried to pick out the most excellent stanzas, read this several times and was unable to do... So I read again, feeding the words deeper... and my spirit told me nothing was missing, and added words would only blurr the clarity, to just let it consume me... so I did. What a joy it is to share the world with someone who cares about life so deeply... and is able to write about it.... strange how this sad poem made me happy. (hope this makes some kind of sense to you) _______ice ><> |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Martie, I send your heart many angel hugs, dearest friend, I understand aging ever so much and that is why every time I go out to see my grandparents, I always make it an effort to get to know them better so when the time they come when they move on and I have a family in the future, I can know about them and let them know how special they were! (angel hugs) Know as time moves on, your mother and father will always love you, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Martie, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "You'll find something that's enough to keep you |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
He marches into battle with the foe that takes her and breaks small pieces at a time until there is only a sigh and pale time dry eyes that do not find the strength to weep at the harsh loud noise he throws her way built from not knowing what to do to caulk the pieces He thought he had the weapons for it all for building and keeping what he deserved using up the muscles in his reserve he grew a beard of white that he could say was time he could use it like a clock ticking down the minutes until the final paper loud and clear proclaimed him mightier then what ~*~ This found a spot deep within, Martie...Only the tables were reversed, and still we bang against the invisible wall, for we chide ouselves unmercifully that we should have ALL the answers... my prayers are with you and yours... |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
He marches into battle with the foe that takes her and breaks small pieces at a time until there is only a sigh and pale time dry eyes that do not find the strength to weep at the harsh loud noise he throws her way built from not knowing what to do to caulk the pieces Oh, Martie, This makes my heart weep. I am tucking this away in my library....very gently. hugs, Chris "At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet." |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I touch her hand and close mine like a blanket on a child meaning to be warm afraid I’ll crush the bones like baby birds so yup you're amazing..totally... and like K said.. the queen of poetry. it's a keeper. M fate is not just |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
clicking now  fate is not just |
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