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For Elizabeth Grace |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California 
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...and then the turmoil over the falling into light and cold of cloth the last hiccup softly sung there within your own beginning you quieted yourself. Your lower lip still trembling from your cry, within the sound my own milk drops again in phantom ache to mother, I touch your hair instead, your hair beyond soft, the color of a moonless sky.  Naked with your belly pressed to sheet, not pleased with placement you lift your head and look the other way, a most extraordinary feat. At that instant I see the truth of temperament, know something of your tenacity and will, envy the strength that turns your head away from mother to be within yourself. Not because I feel you turn from love, just see the strength in you that is already a song, someday you will be, yes, strong enough to get along. One finger touch across your naked back is touching a place never worn, of air in morning above the dew before the sun has opened, that is you. Your closed eyelids filled with tiny veins in graceful ballerina dance a feel of wonder....and of the power of something beyond life itself, something from the other place where maps are made. Maps are ever changing things, the folding left sometimes to chance, the weather beaten ones I hold so dear I wish for you to keep to find your way on small unlit dirt path instead of the dark line of road, and know the road you forge within yourself to be the most important goal. I wish your choices to be hard ones your walls and doors most difficult to build the value of the space and time around you, strong enough to open what you've filled I will be here watching in wonder your unfold, I'll be your basin catch or higher hand to move, adviser old an angel filled with poetry and prose, the teacher of the tender, I give to you the heart that felt your father grow into the man that holds you now with the love I helped him show.  |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
So? Where is the hanky alert? I started to copy keeper lines...then one lead to another, and who wants to see the whole poem in my response when they can read it in yours? The tears, the tears... soon enough, I shall have my own again... Hearthugs honey... So very, very special... |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Om my god Martie.... you have brought me to tears, this is simply precious.. absolutely beautiful. Maree   fate is not just |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Dear Martie..Only a woman, mother, and grandmother with your wisdom and grace, could have penned such a beautiful piece. A wonderful treasure for Elizabeth to read and cherish when she is old enough. This is so touching and intimate. Once again congratulations to the entire family. May God bless little Elizabeth Grace with a long and happy life. ~With hugs full of love, Nancy~ ~The breeze that kissed you on the face, |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Not just a poem, a work of love. Beautifully concieved and beautifully executed. Thank you, Martie. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Martie you have truly shown there is no love like that of a Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, etc. I felt each of your facial movements as you wrote this, as I too have felt some of those. What a gift you have to give to your family, your words. Beautiful, just simply beautiful. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OhSis~ All this from your heart ... to inkwell ... to pen ... to page ... this love in flow, evergrowing~ 'Maps are ever changing things, the folding left sometimes to chance, the weather beaten ones I hold so dear' Oh my ... such a beautious piece of poetry from such a loving grandmother~ I know ... I know ... and the joy is complete~  Welcome to our warm and wonderful world little Elizabeth Grace~ Love you GrandmaSis~ *Huglets* ~*Me*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
May the sun always caress her face and the wind be always at her back. nmaste! |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
What joy and love you share with us here... my heart is full for your happiness. |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri |
This is beautiful...my mind goes back to morning of my last little one's birth...she was born on Mother's Day...all my hopes and dreams for my baby girl. Congratulations to you. Tuck this beautiful writing in her baby book for safekeeping. Patricia |
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skyshine
since 2002-02-07
Posts 3058Beneath the northern stars |
That has to be the most beautiful "welcome to the world" poem I've read. Congratulations, Martie.  ~Elizabeth Dreams last for so long, even after you're gone... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
gosh Martie, I wasn't expecting that wow... |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Had to start my morning right... |
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Bec Member
since 2001-02-23
Posts 475Canberra |
Martie... Oh, I hope you put this one away to show her when she's older. It's just beautiful. Bec "Now, Harry you must know all about Muggles, tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?" ~ Arthur Weasley |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
there within your own beginning you quieted yourself. Your lower lip still trembling from your cry, within the sound my own milk drops again in phantom ache to mother, I touch your hair instead, your hair beyond soft, the color of a moonless sky. ================================ I read this late lastnight and lacked words... it wont be any different today..as this morns read leaves me just as lame...but gratefully breathless.... such divine inspiration. Amazing write sweets... truly amazing.  "How could I stand here with you and not be moved by you." |
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El_Campeador Senior Member
since 2003-01-29
Posts 761Ohio, USA |
This is sweet, Martie. I know little Elizabeth will grow up with lots of love... “We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we can find in our travels is an honest friend.” –Robert Louis Stevenson |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Just gorgeous, Martie, as is this wonderful new wee one. Hey, what is it about babies that makes us all go soft and sentimental? LOL!  Hugs, Michael The stars will shine when I am gone, |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
Congratulations grandma and oh what a lovely poem and what wonderful pictures and my oh my Martie this all is just so great - my heart sings for you and with you - Paul [This message has been edited by Goodknight (07-31-2003 07:15 PM).] |
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