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THE FOREST GREEN: Softly |
Category: Poetry 7 comments
15 Jul 2004 @ 05:48 by spiritseek : re-membrance 15 Jul 2004 @ 07:38 by celestial : "Precious Memories," "How they linger..." It seems we don't honor our parents enough until they have departed. Of this I am guilty. I've thought deeply about ancestor worship. Of it I still do wonder. A very beautiful poem, skookum; it touched my memory bank! 15 Jul 2004 @ 10:19 by skookum : Both my folks are gone.. but not forgotten. 15 Jul 2004 @ 12:35 by celestial : And so, too, Are mine. I loved my father, as though a dog. I remember crawling around on my hands and knees, as a child. Despite all of the abuses he heaped upon me, I still loved him. (He was into mind control using his own children as experiments, guinea pigs, lab rats, Pavlov's dog, etc.)(We were nearly comatose.) I was there to take his shoes off when he came home from work, dead tired. I was his dog. I loved him unconditionally. If I growled at him I was punished. But I still loved him, always. At age 16, one Sunday, it came to a head. I just couldn't put up with it any more. I stood up to him face to face, eye to eye, and I looked him straight in the eye and with the eyes I passed a "laser" encoded message to him. He got it, decoded it, and realized his mistakes with me. His battle for control of my mind was over. Years later, he hugged me and I "felt" that "spark" cross our chests, from his heart to mine, through the clothing!!! Now my MOM, she was a GODDESS with great wisdom. I helped her with so many chores throughout life that she began calling me "Old Sugar." Ah, When she would wear my favorite dress (Her dress, not mine;) SHE was my Queen! She never knew what that dress meant to me; I never told her. 15 Jul 2004 @ 14:20 by skookum : I never really got to know my father very well. 15 Jul 2004 @ 14:36 by celestial : There is Always a reason for every thing that happens to us. Just like there is always an explanation for a miracle (it's the lack of understanding of the REASON that we call something a miracle) If we wait upon the Lord (be patient) he will give us our heart's desire. I must close for a while; I have found a new toy with a great potential. 16 Jul 2004 @ 08:26 by celestial : I love THEE rose, I love your scents! Other entries in Poetry Monday, September 22nd 2008: Turning (poem) Friday, July 25th 2008: In the Garden Sunday, June 15th 2008: Beyond Sunday, June 15th 2008: The Food Prayer Sunday, June 15th 2008: Between Here and There Wednesday, May 28th 2008: poem: we are dancing Sunday, May 18th 2008: Fading Thursday, April 10th 2008: The Winds Sunday, February 24th 2008: Perfect Wednesday, February 13th 2008: My Garden Waits
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Wednesday, July 14th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer