Open Poetry #22 |
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Grandpas Endless Devotion |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
(Second part of a set, the first one, “Your Are The Bouquet Of My Love”) The faded letter was almost overlooked For time had yellowed the paper But had not tarnished the message Of inspired devotion That carried an eternity of love In a faintly scented fiber Where the words that blossomed A bouquet of ever changing delight Sending goose bumps of pleasure Spiraling into the heavens Grandmother's old storage chest Always had medicinal powers Years of inspired teachings Caught in her spirit Dancing into the hearts Of everyone who knew her Teasing grandpa, I used to say Why do you not get jealous? In his kind way he said You will find out one day Smiling then From so deep within himself The tears within my heart knew That it was a dynamic relationship That nobody would ever split up Until the very end In the photo album it explained The bouquets of increasing magnitudes And the final simple ones That was left on Grandpa’s grave A yellow rose with a red carnation Wrapped up in a rainbow It now stands reincarnated on a wall Preserved for generations to admire Of a devotion that stood up to time Carrying its inspired message In the tears of others And in the corner of his words Where these special words “Honey wait for me For you will be my last dance In the flowering devotion of heaven’s light” Looking into the skies I can see them dancing within my heart And now Grandpa I know Why you where not jealous D.Lester Young 9/15/2002 Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) [This message has been edited by D.Lester Young (09-15-2002 10:06 AM).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
simply beautiful..I don't know if it's true or not...but I loved the feeling of forever. My Mother, after my Father's funeral, handed me a letter folded small...it was my Fathers love letter to her the night before my older brother was born...she carried it for 50 years in her wallet...it was a beautifully worded letter that I would never think my Father capable of...If that is the only item left to me someday..it will be all I need to remind me of them. Thank you for such a touching write. ~smiling~ M |
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anya Member
since 2002-07-27
Posts 393London, UK |
oh my goodness, a truley beautiful poem, it is so...charming and sweet, I would pick out my favourite line but I can't choose! I want to convey to you how much I enjoyed reading this, thankyou anya |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Simply a beautiful poem Cold hands means a warm heart |
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