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Her Heart Became Aware
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Her Heart Became Aware |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Her Heart Became Aware At tender age of seventeen With heart still unaware My Grandma sat beside me As she touched my golden hair She said, You’ve grown so lovely With a heart that’s kind and good Dear, let me tell you of the pain And joys of womanhood With deep blue eyes then turned aside She spoke to me of men About the day she fell in love Then never loved again She took another’s wedding vows And prayed for strength and Grace Should ever again their paths converge And she should see his face Then wearily she kissed my hand And wandered up the stairs And that’s the moment that my heart At first became aware Years later, Mother came to me And said, you’ve never known The wonders of a special love As I had of my own I loved a man when I was young His spirit would be free And not confined to settled ways But my, how he loved me Then wearily she kissed my hand And wiped away some tears And as she turned away I felt Her pain throughout the years How could I now confess to her Or let the truth be shown Of how I had the greatest love The world has ever known But secretly my heart withheld The sorrow that was mine For he was gone forever Leaving all our love behind Now many years have passed since then Though I still feel the pain I’m now reliving all the joys Of passion once again For glowing on my daughter’s face A look I recognize The wondrous bliss of love’s design That she cannot disguise I sat beside her , took her hand And said, I wish you well For love is much more sorrowful Than I could ever tell Then wearily I kissed her hand And headed towards the stairs She called me back to tell me that Her heart was now aware For she had found a hidden box And through her youthful tears Read every letter I had saved, But hadn’t read for years She said I’ve known about your love And how you bear this cross Until I fell in love myself I didn’t know the loss And then she showed her ring to me A token of his love And told me how she cherished All her blessings from above With eyes upon her precious gift She said, I understand You taught me, Mother, how to love Then kissed me on the hand Elizabeth Santos [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 05-28-2000).] |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Liz, there really aren't the words to tell you what I'm feeling right now. . . this is just so wonderful. . . beautiful and sad. . . we've all had that one love that we thought would be the one. . . but that didn't last. . . but oh, my friend. . . how it touched our hearts and made them sing. . . how we would wish that we could feel that way again. . . but never would. . . how, in a quiet moment, we think about that love. . . and smile, and wipe away the gentle tears of memory. . . Thank you Liz. . . ---------------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Liz, I wish you could see the smile ... that grew on my face as I read each perfect line and verse of this truly amazing poem. my dear this poem shows your grace and wisdom and true heart, you SHINE in every word. I wish to kiss you on your poets hand... thank you for the smile take care wonderous poet friend jm Some things cannot be explained by verses that rhyme, They are not measured by the commitment of time. Some emotions run too deep to be described by words, Forgiveness and understanding-remain the most beautiful words ever heard. ~Janet Marie~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lizzie~ The first true love of a woman's heart remains so forever. It isn't that we love him more ... only that we love him still. He's the 'prince charming' of our hearts, long after we've quit believing in fairy tales. He's the dairy of our hearts, written with tenderness. The love letters we kept and frayed with our touch. The scarf tucked away in the cedar chest of our hearts. My grandmother called him the 'unmade bed' of her heart. His memory is the place we go when we think no one else cares .. the heart we search for when there's no one else there. His name is Michael .. his memory as fresh and tender as if he happened yesterday. Thank you for the tenderest render of memory-stirring to touch my 'unmade bed'. You've just got a way about you. Love ya' ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
What an absolutely wonderful poem. A joy to read what will be the finest poem I will experience this day. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Oh Elizabeth, waves of emotions swept over me reading this. WOW sooooo beautiful,I could cry.  Je t'aime plus qu'hier et moins que demain." I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow (unkown) |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Absolutely wondrous Elizabeth ... the flow, the rhythm, the story ... all is a work of art, worthy of becoming a classic. Beautiful! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I never had a loving kiss to tell me of the tears in-store, or the wonder. My first love how he took me in touched places in my heart no one had ever been before then taught me how to part. I have a poem that he wrote engraved within my soul and ever is how long what he said became my goal. And now in deepest reverie I still can see his face and through the tears I shed for him his memory brings me grace. Liz, this poem that you have written is just so perfect in every way...I can just say how it touched my heart...and again tell you what an amazing woman you are. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Sven, You are a pure romantic, and yes, the tears still come after many many years when you truly love someone. Janet Marie, Your smile continue to light the forum. Hope you have a great holiday, wherever you are going Marge, Well, I never thought of him as an unmade bed but I'm sure I'll never forget that expression. I never knew men had those same emotional ties, but from these responses I guess some do. Thanks, dear Mike, A very sweet remark. Thanks Dark Angel, Glad you enjoyed reading this Liz |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Kit, Thank you for reading and commenting on so many of my poems, and your words are always so complimentary Martie, What a lovely response and poem. Most of this poem is my own experience, only a few lines embellish the true story. Thanks Love Liz |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Elizabeth, every time I get the feeling I can write poetry, you do something like this and show me how wrong I am. I love it. Marge....SHHHHH! |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Mr. Balladeer, I don't even know how to answer your response, but I am deeply humbled by your thoughts. However I have a different vantage point than you do on your extraordinary poetry. Thank you Liz |
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