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october the 6th 1997 to why one second ago and counting |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) 
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What stood in front of the boy he had seen there before All neatly wrapped up in a convenient metaphor The hinges from which he’d always swung safely upon The door crept slowly open revealing she was gone There instead stood a lady whose eyes he thought explained How beauty would find a place where horror always reigned A tinge of disappointment he couldn’t keep in check His smiling ear to ear from the head upon his neck She greeted him with warmth and he followed close behind Soon he would not look back there was a future left to find She drove him away; he had no car, where had he gone The door to the house where the hinges he swung upon? The county fair was there they rode the Ferris wheel And all this time he had the chance a kiss that he could steal But the boy was just that and what would take to make a man A silent prayer went up “Dear Lord this lady can?” The feeling told in many tongues simple to understand That someone else in the world would want to hold his hand She took hold so gently as to initiate his soul A little reminder that soon she would make him whole After parting ways he searched for stars that never moved Which one was his mother smiling down that she approved He thought she might have her hand on the shoulder of his love To protect this one from her vantage point above The night was dark and the devil was not liking this He had used all his schemes but the boy had gone amiss Love was a bond the boy would never need forget A star was born that God had hued the color of her wit In his bedroom these last nights he would ever lay alone Thinking on his mother whose star now brightly shone It might be a ball of gas or an angel’s scattered toy But that star would ever shine just for that little boy Years would pass as the man lay beside his wife For hours they would cry recalling his mothers life With child in her belly and laughter at their feet They would smile together sadly their tears tasting sweet This is the last in the three poems i have dedicated to my moms passing the other two are buried in the forum feb 11th and feb12th-oct6th 1997 are their titles thanx all for enduring my healing process  [This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 07-20-99).] |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
walt, this series is humbling, seeing what you can do, is breathtaking. I'm humbled. ------------------ Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings? DreamEvil© |
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Dragon Member
since 1999-07-14
Posts 138Highmount,NY ,USA |
Way to go Walt.......!!!!! Love it!!!! |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
what a wonderful way to heal. Another heartfelt and fitting piece. I like it. ------------------ ..And down from the eternal heavens comes fate's jewelled fingertips, it's magic flowing into awaiting souls..--Krista Knutson *Krista Knutson* |
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~one voice~ Senior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 664Billings, MT USA |
Walt, you made me cry! This is so lovely! You're healing process is a certainly beautiful process to be a part of. Thank you for sharing yourself. ------------------ ~onevoice~ "I never kissed somebody so that they would break my heart." |
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Gentle Soul Member
since 1999-07-12
Posts 273Vinton,Ohio USA |
I love it walt.. great job! ------------------ Gënt£ë¤§°û£ |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Merely stunning. Thank God you are mending, otherwise these emotions we would never feel. ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
If, in some mysterious way, she can see what you've created, no doubt she is very proud, Walt. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Poetry can be such a catharsis can't it! Sometimes to write about pain is to heal it! Now, it's time to move on with a smile and a lighter heart. Good luck! |
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sea_of_okc Senior Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 568Oklahoma City, OK, USA |
Ah walt I know the feelings expressed here. My own mother passed about 6 years ago and never got to see my youngest... I think I will go have a good cry now...thanks walt |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
My periscope can see now see through the heart and soul and true of you. Although your mother left your life, God blessed you quickly with a wife and children to complete your world and out of darkness you were hurled. And now your children look to you as you looked toward mom... with precious love. This periscope can now see through -- how God has blessed you from above.  dp |
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tori Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 520Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA |
You must feel good Walt, as well you should.. Very good work here from the heart.... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ If with pen in hand I've made you think I've not wasted one drop of ink vlh. |
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