Open Poetry #2 |
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Mom's Keepsakes of Pain |
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Billy Junior Member
since 1999-09-05
Posts 25 |
My mother always held close Her keepsakes of great pain. I never understood why She held those things of shame. When she died we threw them out With hurried hands we moved. Now I have my own keepsakes And claim my heart is soothed. When I die they'll throw mine out And always wonder why. Why did I keep these things close These things that make me cry? |
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Buzzygirl Junior Member
since 1999-09-11
Posts 42St. Paul, MN USA |
Wow-- this one really struck deep with me... my mom passed away 5 years ago now and just a couple of days ago, I was checking through a box in what was her room, and found some old momentos of hers-- this is eerie, really, to read your poem! It inspires feelings of sadness, mixed with joy in me, remembering how wonderful my mom was. Thank you. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very touching. It evokes in me the sadness of final loss and hanging on to those little reminders of those who are now gone. ------------------ Denise |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
Brief and sweet...and very moving. ------------------ The only man worth your tears will never make you cry... |
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Billy Junior Member
since 1999-09-05
Posts 25 |
Thanks for your comments. My mother insisted on keeping pictures of women my father had while they were married. We (daughters) were glad when we finally got to throw them out. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Not a wasted word in the bunch. Very well written ------------------ "The role of the writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say." ~Anais Nin |
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JTF Member
since 1999-08-09
Posts 319France |
Very moving Billy ... I love it |
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Deb Lynne Member
since 1999-08-19
Posts 180Where blue skies meet blue ocean |
This one hit close to home. I recently gave my ten year old daughter a scrap book that I had tenderly kept since age 16, the beginning of an era with her father. It has no heart strings attached anymore for me, but it helps show her that there once was a love that was the beginning of her. She now can understand that we haven't always fought or been enemies. Time does heal all wounds! |
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