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completely .....
body and mind, heart and soul,
the torn child of my youth,
the one that brought me to be to who I am today,
I have found her heart to be that of a chain,
where she keeps adding more links,
she's lovely, elegant, and sheer,
her long brunette hair still flows in the warm breeze,
and her earth toned eyes,
hold much of what she has seen,
her trails of past yesteryear are well behind her,
she travels today, within my reflection,
she looks at past time as only a shadow,
a dusted path on this crusted continent,
of hate and love,
she plants wildflowers in her backyard,
as a tiny small toad, sits near and watches,
a soft tune is played in the foreground,
by one of her most precious gifts,
who sits on the bench they made together,
his harmonica, carries a song of love to her ears,
she watches the mother bird build a nest out of twigs,
as her older son plants a willow in the yard,
she dances, because of others,
her anguished sorrows of yesterday,
are thrown to the wind,
I know her well,
she's not alone anymore,
as light of new day breaks through,
I see her there, and love her much,
has her reflection aged,
may have, but I know who she is,
she cares for the beaten,
the lonely, the heartbroken,
the small, the lost, and the dying,
she's held children, born addicted,
some have died in her arms,
she's helped thee addicted,
so they would recover,
she's taught an autistic child,
to smell, touch, feel, see,and hear,
many take for granted,
she places flowers on graves of forgotten souls,
who's past is unknown to her,
she's buried the young, the old, an the lonely,
she rescues God's small creatures, that cannot speak,
she knows the power of love,
the sorrow of being alone,
the pain that kills,
she takes in all,
and holds all as dear granted gifts,
she lives today,
within the sonnet,
my spirit attended to her,
her words are oils set into prose,
her time is priceless,
she is the world within my world,
tender, loving, delicate, and graceful,
she's an image of my very youth,
she survived,
she takes life it as it comes,
burying the sorrows deep within her soul,
so they can rest,
she refreshes her mind with new choices,
and new challenges,
she belongs to me,
she is the daughter of the living meadow,
drowning in the very pleasures of life,
under the sapphire sky,
with new hopes, and courage,
her wants and needs, are not of crushed velvet,
or sparkling rubies,
but that her journey
will be a ray of light, to shine on others,
and touch a least one soul, before her eyes close,
into darkness and she dies,
she is my internal and external emotions,
in the infinity cloud of life,
I know she's beautiful!
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Daughter of the Living Meadow

Contributed by Valerie_Pearson on Sunday, 16th February 2003 @ 03:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I came to take her today,
completely .....
body and mind, heart and soul,
the torn child of my youth,
the one that brought me to be to who I am today,
I have found her heart to be that of a chain,
where she keeps adding more links,
she's lovely, elegant, and sheer,
her long brunette hair still flows in the warm breeze,
and her earth toned eyes,
hold much of what she has seen,
her trails of past yesteryear are well behind her,
she travels today, within my reflection,
she looks at past time as only a shadow,
a dusted path on this crusted continent,
of hate and love,
she plants wildflowers in her backyard,
as a tiny small toad, sits near and watches,
a soft tune is played in the foreground,
by one of her most precious gifts,
who sits on the bench they made together,
his harmonica, carries a song of love to her ears,
she watches the mother bird build a nest out of twigs,
as her older son plants a willow in the yard,
she dances, because of others,
her anguished sorrows of yesterday,
are thrown to the wind,
I know her well,
she's not alone anymore,
as light of new day breaks through,
I see her there, and love her much,
has her reflection aged,
may have, but I know who she is,
she cares for the beaten,
the lonely, the heartbroken,
the small, the lost, and the dying,
she's held children, born addicted,
some have died in her arms,
she's helped thee addicted,
so they would recover,
she's taught an autistic child,
to smell, touch, feel, see,and hear,
many take for granted,
she places flowers on graves of forgotten souls,
who's past is unknown to her,
she's buried the young, the old, an the lonely,
she rescues God's small creatures, that cannot speak,
she knows the power of love,
the sorrow of being alone,
the pain that kills,
she takes in all,
and holds all as dear granted gifts,
she lives today,
within the sonnet,
my spirit attended to her,
her words are oils set into prose,
her time is priceless,
she is the world within my world,
tender, loving, delicate, and graceful,
she's an image of my very youth,
she survived,
she takes life it as it comes,
burying the sorrows deep within her soul,
so they can rest,
she refreshes her mind with new choices,
and new challenges,
she belongs to me,
she is the daughter of the living meadow,
drowning in the very pleasures of life,
under the sapphire sky,
with new hopes, and courage,
her wants and needs, are not of crushed velvet,
or sparkling rubies,
but that her journey
will be a ray of light, to shine on others,
and touch a least one soul, before her eyes close,
into darkness and she dies,
she is my internal and external emotions,
in the infinity cloud of life,
I know she's beautiful!

Copyright © Valerie_Pearson ... [ 2003-02-16 15:40:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Daughter of the Living Meadow (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Sunday, 16th February 2003 @ 03:59:55 PM AEST
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Val, you have a heart of gold...this is so beautiful..and touching...
Hugs
Jenni

Re: Daughter of the Living Meadow (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Sunday, 16th February 2003 @ 04:25:19 PM AEST
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dearest valerie, you have touched many many souls with your beautiful one, this is lovely, much love and huggs always nessa

Re: Daughter of the Living Meadow (User Rating: 1 )
by taffimai on Sunday, 16th February 2003 @ 05:59:04 PM AEST
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a beautiful poem, I'm really touched

Re: Daughter of the Living Meadow (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 16th February 2003 @ 09:30:42 PM AEST
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well written,,touching in everway,,great one ,keep'm comin,,a friend in words spooky

Re: Daughter of the Living Meadow (User Rating: 1 )
by LadyDama on Thursday, 20th February 2003 @ 08:52:30 AM AEST
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your introspect into your yesteryears touches my soul... i think you should take this poems, so endearing, and collect them into a scrapbook filled with your lovely wildflowers so that you may have them to hold and read again and again... and one day, others, who do not have have access to this site, may read them as well... they are beautiful...

Re: Daughter of the Living Meadow (User Rating: 1 )
by wolfflow on Friday, 28th February 2003 @ 10:51:22 AM AEST
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this is so gorgeous, so beautiful, not just the poetry, the idea and feeling of it are refreshing and wonderful to behold

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