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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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Paper Memories How could I not write of her not write of her in February when her blushed cheeks glowed and she wanted to wear those flannel pajamas with feet all the time I have her blue blanket torn and blistered from her dragging and did you know that it was mine too put away in tissue and wrapped with love like brand new when I gave it to her she took it with her all around and now it fades away in the box with the drawings and hand prints that I cannot look at most times for I am not brave enough to count the tears she shed learning the alphabet or laughs that are there in paper memories I know I build this month with layers of years and days of springs and summers when to capture her is not what I think of every morning not a wisp of her all day creeps past good old time that heals all things except for mothers and I’m thankful for the wound It is like her pointing a finger at me and saying I am still with you was a part of you and always always will be there to drop tinsel on your February and dance around in the attic of your mind making footprints that you can feel with your living So forgive me all who read again and again in February of the time so long ago when youth was mine and I thought all things were possible for I cannot not write of her in February it is all that I have |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Tears here. In rememberance of her and comfort for you. I understand. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
This is so absolutely lovely...but the final stanza hurts. It hurts so much. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
February is a simply fine month to reflect upon the smiles within your heart... This is lovely, Martie..  Waft every crest upon your destined sea. Embrace the Wave of Serendipity, Lest its elusive arcane ecstasy Refurl with sail for all eternity. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
How could I not write of her not write of her in February when her blushed cheeks glowed ======================= she took it with her all around and now it fades away in the box with the drawings and hand prints that I cannot look at most times for I am not brave enough to count the tears she shed learning the alphabet or laughs that are there in paper memories I know I build this month with layers of years and days of springs and summers when to capture her is not what I think of every morning not a wisp of her all day creeps past good old time that heals all things except for mothers and I’m thankful for the wound It is like her pointing a finger at me and saying I am still with you was a part of you and always always will be there to drop tinsel on your February and dance around in the attic of your mind making footprints that you can feel with your living So forgive me all who read again and again in February of the time so long ago when youth was mine and I thought all things were possible for I cannot not write of her in February it is all that I have ========================= forgive you? ... and your one of the bravest here ... forgive me for not having the all the poetic & perfect expressions to tell you how this poem takes my breath away right along with my words and my tears and my heart. But for some things there simply are no words none that would do this kind of loss justice ... but your words do her memory such graceful cherish ... and I am grateful to get to read every last one your heart needs to pen. love you Martie  Heaven bound on wings of love, there's so much that you can rise above. I surrender heart and soul, sacrificed to a higher goal. ~DepechMode~ [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (edited 02-09-2001).] |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Oh, Martie, you bring Michelle to living technicolor so beautifully! I'm so sorry, and I think it's wonderful when you write of her! She was a special little girl, I can tell, and the more you write, the more I feel I know her. Much love, my friend! . The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
Martie, I am honored that you share your heartNsoul with us through poetic reflections and sweetie, ya went and touched my heart again... Hugs2UalwaysDearPoetFriend ~coco~ |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Few women can make me cry, Martie...but you are one... I have no words for this poem..... |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Thank you, my friends, for sharing Michelle with me. |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Who could not ? Michelle is the embodiment of all an Eight year old precious little girl should be - - never doubt I (and I think all of us) share your memories and love |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
There are times when I don't mind shedding a tear or two and this is one of them. Such a beautiful and strong heart of love you have my friend. You have more strength than most I know and you NEVER have to apologize for spreading your heart on the pages for us. Sending huge hugs to you my friend. If you find yourself stranded in a storm ...then reach for my hand and we will play in the puddles together |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Mark and Bill...You are both such loving souls...I thank you for that. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ How not, indeed .... Michelle lives on because of your memories - always write of her to share with us. *Hugs* sweet sister of my heart. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Martie... there are few poems that reduce me to tears. You, and your heart, and your loss, and your darling girl combine to make one long poem that expresses all the grief of bereaved mothers... Hugs dear... love, Kamla - it was not an unmusical sound: long, falling, half a sigh, like wind in the wires, or a train distancing. The Muse of Distance, A. Williamson |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
And the tears flow without shame... for a little girl whose visit was too brief and for a mother whose love is everlasting. This is stunning, Martie. |
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