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Growing Up
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Growing Up |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Your words bottlenecked While looking down at the floor Not in my eyes Dropping my handicapped cries You grew tired of the painting Selling all voices in the park And that one smile, on the rose arbor From the little girl on your wall I gathered the happy ones My silent mission Was to run 6 miles every day Taking a shortcut past your home If only in my mind I remember your breath behind me once The baby Grande piano swinging to our voice Passers-by looked at us and smiled Leaning forward handing us roses Remember the man consumed by desire Although he wouldn’t admit it Remember our souls flying On those long summer weekends We were homeless but content Daydreams suspended Sights and sounds revealed the surprise On our yacht of likewise Now something greater becomes me Fostering a career drinking mint tea Hand picking apples From a magic tree burning music Open-minded memory Becomes my Tuesdays When I hear the cicadas I think of you Or shells along the ocean smiling, swinging their arms Each day begins with a new journey Curiosity has returned, with that hunger for knowledge Because I remember you I catch mayflies, where storms moved No longer walking in the rain Lowering my dimmer, thinking about classes ending With a smile...mature contented and advancing I close my eyes for one more glance and there you are, your big smile & coal black hair with the white aura waving Good-bye...forever Now...in her arms... I'm a little sad, but more so, happy for your sucess |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
The title confused me as it seemed so simple for such a complex weave of thought and sacred memory. But the tone of resolve, resignation and lack of bitterness conveys your title most astutely Lee. I found myself nodding and thinking, "yes, that's exactly what it's like..." Somewhat sad, somewhat joyful, grace & strength. That's exactly what growing up should be. Well done.  |
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