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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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shiftin' through the pieces of an album someone left to me scattered frames with a name of Wayne and I'll be lucky to know he’s someone but I don’t recall his frame back then dad got mad on a Seasons cold and winters eve threw me out the house without a coat and said to me I’d never come back again with mama’s tears a cryin’ and I not knowin’ what to do I spent the night in a neighbors barn tucked and curled tight behind some haze sure they’d never find me and the mornings after cool left me hungry and empty cold I thought of mom and Sis and bros the presents and the food missed all but again I turned and walked recalled what daddy said was there else that I could do but given now these times of pages I felt were laid to rest I wonder how they ever could complain of times which a caring soul revived my father’s failin' now there just some images pacifing the shattering with knowin' of the loss & precious times and of course my mother’s call in tears that thundered of her loss. I was fifteen . [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 12-04-2000).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Lucky--Sometimes when you are 15 and cold, you grow a memory that lasts until you are old, and can still hear your mother's tears calling.. Hugs! |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
~ Here I am with subdued sobs knowing ... how very much you have been through - and amidst my dripping salted rain, I blink to type how I love you, and how sorry I remain ... and your mother's tears pull forth my own in my remembering. ~ ~ The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
This is such a sad sad memory...hugs to you friend |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Martie, This is the second time someone has sent me a present of disgrace. The first was when my mother died and I was asked not to attend. That was no doubt my sister... Now knowing of her doings... well who can say. She sure wants daddy's house on the Island... I don't care for such strange gifts... I'll send you letter, give ya a little more history. I love ya Sis. But I sure wonder about her. Nice nice reply. Makes me think. much love dale Darling RJ. You know how times have beset us... Don't cha worry none though, you know God has everything set and in His control. Someone wants to hurt... And it does to see again. But I'm OK as I hope are you... Remember, we arn't sure who it is... All my Love, dale [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 12-05-2000).] |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
such sad memories..it makes me sometimes wish that the mediocre things would set as stone in the mind rather than the really sad ones...but..in the way the really sad or traumatic ones stick around, so do the really good ones  heres hoping you find your good memories too hugs to you lucky, g "so lift your heart with mine...the depth to which it grieves is the height to which it can celebrate!" -Lisa Hussey |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lucky~ When I think of the caring man you are - of all the hearts you've held, touched and mended - I can't help but believe that your memory of this moment of being fifteen, cold and hurt - has made you a more compassionate man. Whatcha think ? *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
My teens too were tumultuous - nothing like yours - but your poem brought it all back. I especially loved: "I wonder how they ever could complain of times which a caring soul revived my father’s failin' now there just some images pacifing the shattering with knowin' of the loss & precious times and of course my mother’s call in tears that thundered of her loss. I was fifteen" struck me hard- I was 15 when we learned my mother would not live another 2 years (she died when I was 17) and my father's grief -such grief I'd NEVER seen - you've created a great piece here Dale! |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Paula, I didn't forget you sometimes ya all type to fast for me. dgvarner, thanks for the hugs, back to you too... Marge Tindal your such a caring soul... could I say more than that..? compassionate lady more than you could know. Bill, I'm not sure about your tumultuous teens_you look like a lady killer to me... LOL I pray you got yourself the best... I lost my mom in 97 and I still pick up the phone to call. Dad's grief is still a bit beyoud me, but also such I've never known. A special thanks to you, Martie and Marge... and not to mention RJ. but I have her here in my arms... Thank God for such a mercy. Love always Dale . [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 12-06-2000).] |
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vlraynes Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-25
Posts 8229Somewhere... out there... |
lucky- i lack the words to describe how this has touched me... i wish you happiness.. hugs, ~vicky "...until you have read the verse on his heart, you have not truely met the poet." -vlraynes |
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