Pressing Stones
She wears the shell of ancientsmildly content in the fade of yearsthat this life has been good.Her fingers, mere digits, lean of flesh,are warm to touch, the same waythey did a thousand scrapes ago;...
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This sounds like a beautiful write to a mother, grandmother or some other elder woman in your life. I really enjoyed the way you put such gentle touches on this.OM~*~*~Eastern Wings at Galadrial's...
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Dear Badd,There is a reverence here that trumps romantic love and suggests something beyond, as OM has mentioned.Powerfyl!Cheers, ron jgd
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Lovely piece! It is good to read your words, my dear. Thank you ever so sweetly for sharing this poem; I am glad to have read it. Love and lingered hearts, Ali
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This is the kind of writing my son, Tony the Poetdude, wroteabout me. It is so tender and beautiful that it hurts. This lady will die knowing she is loved and you will be visited by angels.Such a...
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Very nice, reminds me of my mom......and hopefully my sons will one day compose a poem about me in this way. Peace you!Rosie
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Quote:I study the intent of her, especially at thistime of the year... watching what makes hersmile, what feeds the twinkle in her eyes andwhat magic she still works with her warm hands.Someday she...
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This lady knows the secret of life only now is worthy of our full attention
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This is captivating--whoever she is, Mother, Grandmother, or another--she has left her mark.Thank you for sharing her lovliness.Becca Is it so bad then to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was...
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