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[title] => WOODEN BOWL
[time] => 2005-11-18 21:05:20
[hometext] => Always be kind................
[bodytext] =>  WOODEN BOWL A frail old man lived with his son, His daughter-in-law, and four year old grandson. Parkinson's disease had taken over. Hand's trembled, eyesight blurred, and his step was lesser. Together they all ate as a family. The old man's hands trembled terribly. Peas rolled off his spoon to the floor. His milk many times was a downpour. His son and daughter-in-law were irritated with the constant mess! "I've had enough!" said the son, "His clumsiness we must address!:" A small table was set in the corner. Grandfather ate alone, no longer welcomed as a family diner. Breaking dishes finally took it's toll. So his only dish was a big wooden bowl Grandfather ate alone, but with a tear in his eye. The couple never praised, just sharp admonitions did they apply. The little four-year old watched in silence. He finally figured out his grandfather's absence. The little boy was playing with scraps of wood, His father asked him if what he was doing was good? The child replied, "I'm making bowls of wood One for you and mom, so you can come live with me like you should." Speechless were the parents, as tears streamed down their cheeks. Each knew what to do, although neither one speaks! That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand Gently led him back to the family table first hand. From that day until he died, he ate every meal with the family..... No one uttered a word when a fork dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth was soiled badly. Created by Lovingcritters consue November 18, 2005 This was sent to me in an email, it was so touching, I couldn't resist! The poem is mine "Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever." ~Author unknown~ "Always be Kind!" *Smiles* [comments] => 4 [counter] => 583 [topic] => 48 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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