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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest 
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the church is large the kneeler hard and my thoughts cannot remain within cold incensed walls they take me to Aunt Celeste's long ago table her mother's lace tablecloth plates of rich red food laughter the memory of Uncle Dom's hand passing the bread but today the priest in white speaks of Uncle Dom's departed soul and Aunt Celeste sits huddled in the shadow of her grown children on the front pew a smaller clearer version of the woman she used to be the others fly to my waiting mind Aunt Einnie no longer holds a 5 o'clock martini with an elegant hand Aunt Angie is a frail piece of cut crystal with snow white hair Uncle Charlie's laugh shrunk with his beer belly his old hat sits on a lonesome shelf Aunt Eve touches our faces in love with a paper palm that smells of times yet unknown not as solid as they once were waiting to be memories the anchors to our youth our grownups are leaving us [This message has been edited by The Lady (12-13-2009 07:28 PM).] |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
very sad isn't it? and then we take their places i even wonder now what my son sees in my face when he looks at me |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo dear The Lady, You did good work on this poem. It works for me. Love Bobby |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
VERY (exceptionally) well done! a grand-fine emotive 'write' ... MUCH (long sustained) applause for this 'penning' ! |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I love this one.It is so true and written with loving memories.latearrival |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
The Lady - passing of one generation to the next, great write... BC |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Fond wisdom evident in this piece. Wonderful penning,  ARCTIC WIND |
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viking_metal Senior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 1337In a Jeep, Minnesota. |
I'm reaching the point in my life where this is beginning to become a reality. Your imagery is superb. Marvelous, even. Uncle Dom's hand has a chunk of a french loaf in it. Or a baguette, or whatever those fancy folk call it. Either way, this poem, she's a good one. She's clear in my mind. Felt like I knew these folks. Love, Paul Fall in love early, fall in love often. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"our grownups are leaving us" and many before expected~~ Nicely expressed. M |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Dear Lady Kate, what a keepsake treasure, this poem would make for your family. Condolences on the passing of Uncle Dom. "not as solid as they once were waiting to be memories" ~ Sad and ever so true. I've missed you and your spell-binding poetry!  Linda |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
Dear Kate, you have brought something to us that we all must face one day. I'm sorry to hear of your loss with uncle Dom. you painted a vivid word picture of your other relatives. A very poignant post my dear. Love and a big hug. Lindsay |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Strange, isn’t it Helen, when we think of our children in that manner? Thank you. Thank you Bobby! I appreciate your reply poet. latearrival, thank you so much. Thank you BC. ARCTIC WIND, thank you for your read and reply! Thank you so much Paul. I think you do know these people… Yes M … many before expected. Thank you. Thank you Linda Angel… it’s good to be back with friends. Dear Lindsay, thank you for your kind words. Love and a hug to you. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A profound, insightful moment in time. I felt like sitting next to you on the bench and you whispered in my ear and we held hands in deep understanding. Poetic perfection too. Love, Margherita  "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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