Open Poetry #11 |
Memories of Mom . . . |
Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
On this the eighth Christmas Since death darkened this door I take time to look around me Getting lost in the things you left behind Such as the pictures on these walls Each carefully selected by you Then there are the quilts you bought Must have been almost fifteen years ago That you had them made in Arkansas When we were visiting family for two weeks On the hottest July I can remember It was 104 degrees in the shade back then Even the chair I sit in as I write Was picked out by you and me It was always your favorite to sit in I'd come home from school each day And there you'd be waiting to ask me How my day was . . . what I'd learned I cannot overlook the curio cabinet Still sitting in the corner of the living room Each shelf is filled with knickknacks On the bottom shelf sits the family Bible That belonged to your great grandfather Passed on through generations to the eldest daughter One object that always catches my eye Is the porcelain swan you bought A few years before you died It was my favorite as you know You said it would be mine when you were gone But in this house in its place it still remains So many things here remind me of you In a house full of momentos Collected throughout 42 years of marriage Your hope chest contains the things held most dear My first pair of baby shoes bronzed And the tiny dress I wore home from the hospital I sit looking back at your memories In wonder I'm filled with awe I feel as if I'm on hallowed ground Trespassing on the landscape of your dreams Although I know deep down inside You are here beside me in spirit All the material things have significance But they are not what I hold most dear Locked inside my heart are the memories Of the times we spent together just you and I The trips we'd take alone, the talks, And how you were always there for me until the end I was honored not only to call you my Mother But you were also my very best friend I will miss you and love you always Merry Christmas to heaven's most precious angel Not a day goes by that I don't think about you And until we see each other again know that you are remembered here Dedicated to my Mom Mimi Jean Vendel 8/9/32 - 6/2/92 ---------------------------------------------------- < !signature--> Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats [This message has been edited by Lone Wolf (edited 12-25-2000).] |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
I'm sorry that your mother passed away... You will be able to see her again Will you come travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live? |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This touched me deeply. I have doilies (does anyone even know what those are!) that my mother made and yes, the memories sustain us. God bless you, Jennifer! "Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell." Joan Crawford |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
At this time of the year and before the new year begins, the loved ones now gone, seem to be the closest. The memories are so strong and so bitter sweet. How wonderful to have such great memories. thank you for sharing them with us. Love and hugs, ME |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
LoneWolf, we share more in common than you know...my mother passed in '92 as well...what few material things she gifted me with prior to that time I treasure dearly... it is true material gifts do not hold the soul, but I remember my mother's hand tendering to me these gifts, and that is one of the memories of the hundreds and more that I keep of her...things she had received and or purchased because they delighted her eye and sense of values, making sure that they would be cared for... and of all, I tender my hands to her great-grandchildren, that they might live in her laughter... |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
LW~ Very tender and beautiful piece, beautiful reflection. Memories are so special ~HUGS~ to you my friend Love Tracie~ Love is the life of the soul... It is the harmony of the universe |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
All those memoirs brought the mist to my eyes as I could imagine your deep love for their signigance to you. I love the last part that describes the closeness and friendship.. wonderful heartfelt work Lone Wolf!! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
LW this is beautiful ... very touching. you have written her a wonderful heartfelt and sincere tribute laced with special memories and keepsakes. Im sorry she was taken too soon. take care jm Some people find subtlety in strangers if you find anything~let me in Your eyes~you see everything my eyes~I see it all together now~and I know |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
indeed, she was a woman of great wisdom and special grace. . . you have done her proud. . . I know that she is reading now. . . ----------------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very touching tribute, Lone Wolf. Denise |
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peppermint35 Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1106Texas, USA |
It is obvious to me from reading your words that the very best thing she made was you...wonderful and full of love, your heart spoke out loud and clear Pepper "A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth." Percy Bysshe Shelley |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
wow, thanx for this heartwrenching piece...i almost feel like trespassing on your soul hugs |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Jenn,...warm hugs your way, and lots of *Peace. |
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a_little_girl Member
since 2000-05-08
Posts 307San Alejandro, HI, USA |
*sniffle* This is a brilliant way to express a sadness for the one that you lost. This is so...sad . < !signature--> "My soul lives in love, walks with serenity, and dies in violence." --ALG [This message has been edited by a_little_girl (edited 12-27-2000).] |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
LW what a beautiful poem of precious memories. It touched me deeply. My mother left us 4 years ago and my Christmas was filled with memories too. I wanted to write something about it, but couldn't find the words. You did. Thank you. |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
EagleScorpion . . . Thank you and yes, someday we will meet again. Kathleen . . . From the heart always my friend. And yes, I know what a doily is!! The memories will last forever. God Bless you. M_E . . . You are welcome for sharing them. The ones that are gone always remain close in our hearts. I am fortunate to have had her for as long as I did. Love and hugs to you. Sunshine . . . Indeed we have much in common my friend. I am sorry for you loss. I know it is never easy regardless of how much time goes by. The material things are special to me, but I treasure the memories of us together. I am glad you can find comfort in the gifts she gave you. I too have some special things from my mom such as the wedding ring she wore for 42 years. The most prized possession of them all to me. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me. Tracie . . . You are welcome. Thank you fo rreading my dear friend. Just the things I saw while I was there for the holidays. ethome . . . She was a remarkable woman. Have a tissue for your eyes. I loved her more than I could ever love anyone. I will miss her until we meet again. Thanks for reading. JM . . . Thank you my friend. I have the memories and some material things she gave me, but most of all her love lives in my heart. I am sorry she was taken too, but for all things there is a reason. God must have needed another angel that day. Sven . . . As you know, she was a special woman. I know in my heart she is proud and that she reads always. Thank you. Denise . . . Thank you. Peppermint . . . I think maybe you are right. I know the best of her lives in me. This is my heart for all to see. kaile . . . Trespass away my friend. You are welcome. Hugs back. SF . . . Thank you. Hugs to you (lots) and peace in the new year. We'll talk soon. ALG . . . Thank you. Sorry to make you sad. It was meant to be a tribute of all the good, but came out with some sadness. I find comfort in the memories though. Munda . . . So sorry to hear of your loss. I am glad you can remember her. You are welcome and I am touched to have helped you at this time. Thank you for reading. She is with you always. Remember that. Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
This is beautiful LW...your mother's heart shines through you with every beat...I know she's looking down and is proud of the person that you have become....AW hugs my friend~ |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
"I sit looking back at your memories In wonder I'm filled with awe I feel as if I'm on hallowed ground Trespassing on the landscape of your dreams Although I know deep down inside You are here beside me in spirit" What a magnificent treasure-trove of memories Lone Wolf. You got the tears going on this end my dear ... no words beyond this, just many hugs to you for this beautiful poem ... Best wishes and hugs, /Kit |
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Passions Voice Member
since 2000-10-23
Posts 291Michigan |
Wonderful Lone Wolf, I know that you have done her proud. passion is life. . . ~Diana |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Had to read again, it's so beautiful. "Every man dies. Not every man truly lives." Braveheart |
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