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The Forever Angel - for the Season
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The Forever Angel - for the Season |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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 Snow lay on the December ground, sparkling white, with little sound children came home from far and wide, to spend holiday at parents' side Christmas glory echoed the halls, and cheerily to each they called, "Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad, this, the best we've ever had!" Although it was but Christmas Eve, the house held sounds so merry children giggled so happily, ersatz tree in red cranberries brocaded stockings so large and vast, held by angels in bronze metal cast one could view in the scheme, angels were by large the theme "Mom, you outdid yourself again!" and the oldest boy smiled merrily, as he glanced around the room to see handiwork of his mother so free, ivory lace covered the tables, white lace graced the angels' wings "Mom, when Christmas is in your heart, you sure make this place sing!" The old man watched his wife's sweet face, then pulled her into his embrace no words were spoken, just a glance, for in their hearts lay their romance; the cheer and gaiety of the room abound, as their children gathered 'round mother blushed, dad did too, as she scurried away to fix some stew. As the children sought their rooms, the old man went to peek beneath the laden Christmas tree, some initials he did seek I.C.I.D. on a box in red kept him puzzled for many days, tenderly he fingered the box, wondered what in it might lay. To his ears came a sound of distress, he hurried to the dining room there on the carpet lay his wife, he thought perhaps she'd swooned ~ he felt for life, held his breath, but lo, he only saw the face of death, gathered her in his arms so tight, a moan rent throughout that night. Days followed, solemn, vast, no Christmas for them had come to pass through ceremonies he had walked, but little did the old man talk. Children followed the man on home, to remove all decoration, but father exploded "NO!, leave it here, in commemoration!" The children left their father behind, amid the stockings and the gifts, figuring Christmas beauty would help to heal the rift that lay within their father's mind, perhaps the season would impart some sweet remembrance, some soft peace, to his broken heart. For many days he ambled around, solemnly walking over his grounds soon the season of winter passed, spring and warmth came with sound ~ redbirds, orioles by the score, while ersatz tree stood upon his floor and the Christmas gift with I.C.I.D. glowed red under their Christmas tree. I.C.I.D., her message to him, "in case I die" was her spoken whim, she always wanted him to know, that if someday she were to go there would have been a way to believe that her love would never leave and the great package labeled I.C.I.D. glowed red under their Christmas tree. Summer swept in, green lawns, blue skies, still the man hadn't cried. His children now so far away, called often, though he didn't say what was really on his mind, just answered questions, said he was fine. The red package labeled I.C.I.D. still glowed under their ersatz tree. Soon fall swept across the land, still the room was in Christmas grand as the man walked through his days, had found in him a way to pray. He believed in God, and a plan, but all his life, he took command, so deep in thought this fall, one night, he took a stand, stood upright "God, you took her too soon from me, my sweet angelic wife, Mary, soon it will a year ago, when last I saw hair, white of snow, when last I held her in my arms, when I was able to kiss her charms, and all I really want to know, is that in Your love she still glows." He finally began to cry, as the season pressed to winter white for long he dreamed of Mary, come to him in softest light, her golden voice he could not hear, though in dreams he held her near, and in the quiet of the night, his vision beheld her in his sight. With ersatz tree still aloft, last year's sounds still echoing soft the old man came in one morn, took his chair, still forlorn, for a year had come, and swept on by, the red package caught his eye I.C.I.D., in case I die, and he slowly shook his head. He picked up the package, it's golden bow still on so tight amazed was he at the weight, it seemed so very feather-light. "To my Tom" a label read, and again he slowly shook his head. "Ah my Mary, I love you so" and slowly he began to un-do its bow. Peace descended upon the man, as a whiff of perfume arose slowly, but so certainly with whim, a small smile came to him. He laid back paper of red, as he saw white hair on the head of the most beautiful angel ever to be, beheld the face of his sweet Mary. From the red box with golden bow, he drew forth an angel, just so with lacy wings, all dressed in sheen, but his Mary's face looked at him for she had crafted, with such grace, the whitest hair, the sweetest face and forever an Angel would she be, as she graced him with her memory. circa 12/2000 [This message has been edited by Sunshine (12-20-2003 11:26 PM).] |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Sun, this is awesome, touching, tearful.. memorable. unforgetable. You have a spelling error in the 15th stanza. Check the first line.... Smiling at ya....don't often get to tell YOU that!!! |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
A delight Christmas tale that had me first smiling as I remembered my grandparents house on Christmas day. But as I continued to read, the tears flowed with sorrow and pain for the death or Mary and the pain suffered by her beloved partner. As always, your stories hold my interest from beginning to end.  Hugs to you, Marti 'You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist.' |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
This is stunning! Eric |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea! You forgot the kleenex alert! What a tender and heartbreaking poem! So beautiful it is, you are!  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Deeply touching and so beautifully shared. Love, Margherita |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
   (big hugggsssssss) God Bless You, dearest friend, this made me cry as it is heartbreaking to feel the tears of her heart but it made me cry in joy too to know how golden ones heart can be and make a token and gift of love that is priceless and lasts forever and knowing the angel is his devoted love to her forever! (wipes tears) Nothing can ever break this eternal tue love, sweet friend, happy holidays to you and all your loved ones, yay, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Karilea, 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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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
You forgot the kleenex alert! This is excellent Karilea.. One I shall remember for a long time to come. Hugs~ ~Let peace begin with me... |
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christian Member
since 2002-12-18
Posts 331 |
i loved it. definitely suits the season. nice to see you around. :smirk: merry christmas to you and yours sun. |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri |
From smiles to tears and many emotions in between...this verse had it all. Exceptionally well done, Karilea! Patricia |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Dear Karilea, I have read this over a few times, and it continues to bring a tear and a smile to my eye. Your writing, more often than not, stirs so many emotions. Truly, you are poetess after my own heart. Thank you for writing the way you do and sharing it here for all of us to read. Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones. |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Why, you little devil. Making me sniffle and blink. This is a beautiful story. Well done, Karilea! |
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