Open Poetry #2 |
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Grandmother |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California ![]() |
The lines etched across her face are like a braded rug made from pieces of yesterday. Her fingers tremble now as she cradles baby time, the rocking rhythm inborn gentles sorrow, she forgets the unessential sequence of events and calls me by my mother's name and my child by mine, then herself a child again waits to be unborn. |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
This is so stirring...I hope she fares well thru it. It is a hard thing to watch Alzheimers victims but they are still worth our love and respect. ------------------ If you love me like music, I'll be your song. ~Heart~ Dreamboat Annie |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
This is one of the most fantastic pieces of poetry I have had the pleasure of reading. It is well crafted and speaks so true and sincere. Thanks for posting ------------------ It is better to be silent and be considered a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very moving. I was touched by this. ------------------ Denise |
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