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I sat down with my mother one night
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I sat down with my mother one night |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
We opened a bottle and got the cards out I didn't want to that but cards have different meanings unless you bridge them When they are contained within arguments We all have thoughts as to what will happened We can all see journeys over something We can see someone who knows what will happen and adjusts yet keeps it from thee We can spread out packs of cards and talk for many hours as we do until a dawn rises from a previous night that stayed alive for days We can play before it happens let life take it's tole We dance withing the evening For we For this moment Have it all Hours I spent with my mother when she knew she was going to be ill and We sat and messed about with cards, dreams, barriers, life, travel and memories dave |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
We can spread out packs of cards and talk for many hours as we do until a dawn rises from a previous night that stayed alive for days We dance within the evening Hours I spent with my mother when she knew she was going to be ill ~*~ I spent such a night, no, nights, with my mother on her last trip to see me before she passed away. We played cards, and spoke of things we had let stay silent too long...we laughed, we cried... and we said some unsayable things when only our hearts spoke, thumping, as they were, during the quiet moments of hush, little baby, don't said a word... Next time, Dave...issue a hanky warning, ok? |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
No words to say Dave |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Dave, this is inspiring what memories! love your new picture too  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Yes, Dave...even in the after there are words... it may take time, space place but words do come...I know so many of us have written the words of after math.... the culmination of the equations... so this is why this poem needs to be seen...by those who know. Yes...we're here, to hold on. |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Sunshine I suppose it was in the 'one to one'. Your reply put things better than I could. There is so much else that happened after that and no-one really knew what we talked about but things happened that broke the rest of the family from me. If I ever make it to the States maybe we'll talk but from me all I've written is it. Take care Dave |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Passing Thanks for the compliment but the photo had to get changed. I suppose it brings out the dark side. Take care dave |
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