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Mistletoe Angel

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since 2000-12-17

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Portland, Oregon

0 posted 2010-12-05 06:25 PM

(Lest we forget I'm the same deviant yarn-teller who's equally as capable of belting tear-jerking ballads, here's one from the archives! )

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Silver Bell Soliloquies
By: Noah Eaton
12/17/07

Angela was undergoing chemotherapy,
from cancer at just nine years of age,
her hair was falling out from treatment,
leaving her with a grief so few could gauge,
she locked herself in her room for days,
having lost her self-esteem,
she didn’t want her friends to see her,
afraid that she’d be mocked and teased.

Her best friend Hannah,
knew what she suffered,
and remembered:
“The manner of giving,
is worth more than the gift.”
Giving what cannot be taken,
would be giving as the angels give.

Hannah spent the Monday after the Fourth of July,
at the Noland Suttles Salon,
cleaning and braiding up her hair,
to donate ten inches of her amber locks,
to offer to Angela as a prosthesis,
as an early present this Christmastide,
she told the hair stylist, “I’m gonna miss my hair,
but it does make me feel so good inside.”

She cried during her haircut,
for she always prized her long hair,
but believed:
“The manner of giving,
is worth more than the gift.”
Giving what cannot be taken,
would be giving as the angels give.

Hannah mailed her braid to Locks of Love,
with a vacuum seal to her hairpiece,
so Angela wouldn’t fell insecure,
losing it during swimming or showering,
such acts of human kindness,
are composed in silver bell soliloquies,
which even the giver can never hear,
because breathing with an open heart,
is the purest way of giving.
.
.
.
Angela woke up early the day before Christmas,
to the chanting of children outside in the snow,
she could see all her classmates,
looking out of her bedroom window,
her mother knocked on her door,
and when she answered,
she couldn’t believe what she had seen,
Hannah hugged her, said “Merry Christmas!”,
offering her a gift,
unlike any she had ever received.

They ran outside together,
to make snow angels on her front lawn,
with her classmates,
knowing ‘The manner of giving,
is worth more than the gift.”
Giving what cannot be taken,
would be giving as the angels give.

…giving as the angels give…

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"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other"

Mother Teresa

Earl Brinkman
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since 2010-03-03

Posts 1183
Osaka, Japan

1 posted 2010-12-05 06:52 PM

Your poem moved me and the gift was a lovely one. Thanks for this Christmas post.

Alison

Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-27

Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

2 posted 2010-12-24 02:22 PM

Noah,

You touched me so deeply with this. I hope others take the time to read it and let you know that they have. You are truely a Mistletoe Angel.

Love and Merry Christmas.
Alison

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

3 posted 2010-12-24 10:48 PM

Wonderful writing...Merry Christmas Noah...James

latearrival
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since 2003-03-21

Posts 5499
Florida

4 posted 2010-12-25 01:29 AM

Noah, A good reminder for others to take note.
My son has alway been able to grow beautiful thick wavy hair and has grown and donated it three times at least that I know of. latearrival.

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

5 posted 2010-12-25 08:16 AM

Our own Mistletoe Angel...
How blessed we have been
over the years.

Merry Christmas, Noah!

JerryPat
Senior Member

since 2010-10-30

Posts 1991
Louisiana/America

6 posted 2010-12-26 10:03 PM

A lot here to pause and think about.

To mimic is a form of praise unless
you have no thoughts of your own

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