Open Poetry #7 |
Memories On The Wall |
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
\c{Memories On The Wall We painted her room, a week or so ago, and it was the hardest thing we ever did; that simple task of covering the past. On her walls were the memories, amassed, and adored, for the eighteen years of her life. Simple things like a penciled name, a number, a crayoned star, a sticker here and there. Deeper things like a birthday card, a hand-written note, a rabbits foot, pictures… so many pictures… cards, and miscellaneous things, cradled among the dolls and stuffed animals she loved. Junk to some, treasures of the heart to her, pieces of her soul, all that her life was, until today. We said goodbye to the memories on the walls, to the hours and hours we'd spend in her room, reliving all that she'd ever been. Walls that lived with her minute by minute, year by year, everyday of her life. We said goodbye to the child that was and will always be so essential to each of our lives. And with every brush stroke of fresh white paint, we said hello to this beautiful, vibrant. butterfly, emerging into the light of day. W. James Beard, Jr.} [This message has been edited by jwesley (edited 05-04-2000).] |
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David2 Member
since 2000-03-22
Posts 407 |
Very moving and touching. I enjoyed this greatly. David2 |
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BSC
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Member Elite
since 2000-02-04
Posts 2919New York, USA |
Wow- This is so bittersweet, and beautiful. Certainly touched my heart. Bonnie |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Moved me for sure, James. Regards, Sudhir In any moment of decision, The best thing you can do is the right thing, The next-best thing is the wrong thing, And the worst thing you can do is nothing. - Theodore Roosevelt |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Hi Folks, I'm really interested to know if this works as it's supposed to. I guess I mean do you get out of it what I meant it to say...without my telling you how it originated. Thanks.... j. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
At first I was afraid you were speaking of a child that had died, but then felt that you were speaking of growing up...in any case, it is a beautiful and touching poem. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
JW this is an exceptional poem...very touching and emotionally strong...as is the imagery... very well written. as for your question... like Martie...as I was reading I too thought it might be about a child who died, but by the ending verse...I drawn towards the realization of either a daughter moving out..to go off to college, or on her own..or perhaps to get married. anyway...its a wonderful piece of parental devotion. take care, jm [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (edited 05-04-2000).] |
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