|THE FOREST GREEN: Softly|
9 comments15 Jul 2004 @ 05:48 by spiritseek : re-membrance
very nice poem for your mother.
thank you... sometimes I miss her a lot
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,
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!
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