Open Poetry #30 |
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mytuesdaywishes Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 254a voice from the musicbox |
i remember we went ice skating and i wasnt too big to hold your hand and look how happy we are back when i could still fit comfortable in laundry baskets remember when i'd play for you and you'd tell all the neighbors i'd be something someday and you'd carry me to bed on cold nights and tuck me in and tell me you loved me i still have these things they're mine just from other people i ice skate with girls who giggle and guys who catch them and we're not too big to hold hands and look how happy we are now when i can sit comfortably in laundry rooms and now i play for people and they tell everyone around me i sure am something and he carries me to sleep and tucks me in and tells me he loves me all the people i need now were you and you knew best for me still do i remember you ice skating and you weren't too big to hold my hand and look, look how happy we are thanks mom joy has its own justice. and dreams are languid and lawless. and everything bows to beauty, when it's fierce and when it's flawless... |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Beautiful tribute! Eric |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
this makes me wish I hate that with my mom... or at least wish she hadn't left... but it is beautiful. Always, Alyssa He was a man of sorrows |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
thank you for this tender write, you do your mother proud! just beautiful happy holidays! amy "love is like a butterfly-- |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
This pulled at the heartstrings...thanks for taking me back.. I remember sitting in the laundry basket *smile* A beautiful tribut to Mum. Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. |
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