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Mother’s Daughter
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Mother’s Daughter |
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Sunshine
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Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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She pauses in her stride as if to say “I will think of that another day” and goes on her winding way through that storybook called her life. She’s in her late forties and in her mind she can’t be more than twenty-nine; even when she looks in the mirror she sees someone still young and slightly free. She’s married with children and their children too; and it hasn’t caught up with her yet but soon images of her mother will get into her way and into her life permeate. At 18 and with visions of her wedding gown to wear she caught a glimpse of her mother at 38 and fair, still acting young, but old to the daughter, doing things with Dad they probably hadn’t oughta. Now at forty-something she thinks back some thirty years ago to when she was young and being this old was so very far away and wonders what did happen to all of those days? She ponders sometimes and wonders if she ever inherited her mother’s gifts of being right, and sincere, and always true; wonders at the fallacies, really having no clue. Too late now to go to her mother for advice she has to stumble alone on her own through life for her mate has no clue to those thought processes within which silently causes a raucous, sometimes a horrifying din. She was never fearful of life, nor getting old it wasn’t that she was careless, nor hardly called it bold; more factual of nature, a calm mix of generations moving from day to day, never sensing deep sensations. She had loved, and more than once and looking back, never uncovered the fuss that she once caused with her looks and with her stride, because in her mind, she was really never more than a bride. Sometimes she caught glimpses and sly smiles from men but she being she, thought perhaps showing was a bit of hem, not knowing it was the curves, and the smile, and the eyes that gave the men a gift in their dull lives. She poo-pooed her friends when compliments reigned for more than beauty, she wanted to be sane and exact, and uncompromising of life’s game never looking for starlight or bright nights or fame. She had taken some chances, a few but with a sense of foreboding from the danger withdrew knowing she would rather ride the unending tide and survive the night, and ultimately stay by his side. If she sounds dull and wifely and not quite keen then she is a woman you’ve never seen but look around, as they surround this world and you will see this mother’s girl. ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. KRJ |
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armanca Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 211Tennessee |
thought i'd look up one of your poems since you were nice enough to reply on mine.  Your a good story teller...i will look for yours more often. carman |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Thank you. All too often, my stories are true. ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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quote99 Junior Member
since 1999-07-14
Posts 17US |
I would like this better if I understood where you were coming from. You said it's from real life? |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Dear Quote 99 This is simply me looking back over my past. And realizing there are many of me out there. That's it. Simple, like me. ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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lenny Member
since 1999-07-11
Posts 63front royal, va. u.s.a. |
I enjoyed this a lot sunshine. Reflection. Fidelity. Principle. Humility. You have described both my wife and yourself. The world will return to this ideal of womanhood. It must if we are to survive and live noble lives once again. Thank you so much. Smile... |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Lenny, Thank you. Feminism is great, but so is respect. I walk a fine line between both, as I am sure, or would assume, your wife does as well. I think women must remain quite flexible in order to bring calm to chaos. Your thoughts? ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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