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The Voice
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The Voice |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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The Voice Bundled in a blanket’s wrap In comfort of a winter’s nap I was awakened from a dream Not by a noise, as it would seem Though sleet was crackling on the glass And falling snow was piling fast It was a quiet voice I heard Though I remembered not a word With howling of the blizzard wind I snuggled ever deeper in And drifted off in slumbering bliss But was awakened by a kiss Not a person was in sight Alone was I that wintry night And no one knocking at my door I drifted off to sleep once more But I was wakened by my name As snow eclipsed the window pane In dead of winter, I could smell The spingtime flowers I knew so well Fragrance of the lilac bloom Had permeated bed and room T’was then I recognized the one Who had in silence sweetly come A mother’s kiss, from heaven’s blue A quiet whisper, I love you Elizabeth Santos |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
You've given me goosebumps upon goosebumps with this wonderful, wonderful weave Liz. What a delightful and magical story to begin my morning. Perfect cadence and rhyme, and such a beautiful ending ... simply put ... I loved this Liz (but you knew that didn't you?).  Best wishes, /Kit |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Sends the chills right up my spine Elizabeth! What a deeply spiritual ending and such a warmth cloaking your heart. This is a beautiful reflection and tribute! |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Elizabeth,my friend~ Oh ... They come in quiet whispers when storms rage deep within Comfort us with tendered kiss then are gone again In the gentle of the moment when we think there is no other They come to us angelic on precious wings of Mother *Sharing thoughts with you, sweet one. Love you~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
I do enjoy those quiet moments when they come back to hold me gently in their thoughts... this is beautiful, Lady.... |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Kit, This poem is true, though quite embellished. A blessed moment , for sure Ethome, THank you dear, for all of your wonderful comments Marge, How sweet the poem you posted here. A perfect Mother's Day gift. THank you. It is precious Lady in White, your comments warm my heart Liz |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
What a beautiful moment Liz, I truly loved this~ Take care, Melissa~ |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
a poem about you Liz??  For surely, you are the voice of poetry. . . I love it. . . --------------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Beautiful! |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh, thank you for your poetic kodak moment, I do hope you are keeping a book for this child, but I am sure you must be. Oh I LOVED this one! |
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