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[sid] => 129347
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A Wake
[time] => 2006-12-12 22:32:23
[hometext] => Thank You. For those who read this may share my tears, however this tsunami of memories destroy's more than it cleanses...
[bodytext] =>
At the rural pace
where the land is trained
and fields lay fallow.
The patriarch passed
in a clutch
the workers laid him
on a table in the
Living Room.
There he sat for 3 days
before the coroner
came to move him
right
into the grave
but each night
we just stood
by his frame.
The first burns
the worst
mamma had just
washed
and bathed him,
in such tenderness,
her tears became
his goose flesh
caught over
a hunters blind.
Alone after each
departed
the wind whistled
through cracks
and spoke in whispers
'bring him back
oh God Lord
don't let him go...'
I pressed my forehead
to his head...
imploring, sobbing
the breeze
in cold drizzle
falls hard
upon the river of sorrows.
Flowing from pleading
begging, groveling...
No, No, No
Dad I'm only 12,
the fields cried all day
'I need you'
'Oh Jesus,
please heal him...'
Each night then
and many there
after...
Stood by the fable
and the stone that
marked our greatest loss
the cold memory of touch
becomes a haunting ghost.
AJPIII
[comments] => 8
[counter] => 263
[topic] => 75
[informant] => yangdantien
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[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 25
[ratings] => 5
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => anguished
)
A Wake
Contributed by
yangdantien
on
Tuesday, 12th December 2006 @ 10:32:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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At the rural pace
where the land is trained
and fields lay fallow.
The patriarch passed
in a clutch
the workers laid him
on a table in the
Living Room.
There he sat for 3 days
before the coroner
came to move him
right
into the grave
but each night
we just stood
by his frame.
The first burns
the worst
mamma had just
washed
and bathed him,
in such tenderness,
her tears became
his goose flesh
caught over
a hunters blind.
Alone after each
departed
the wind whistled
through cracks
and spoke in whispers
'bring him back
oh God Lord
don't let him go...'
I pressed my forehead
to his head...
imploring, sobbing
the breeze
in cold drizzle
falls hard
upon the river of sorrows.
Flowing from pleading
begging, groveling...
No, No, No
Dad I'm only 12,
the fields cried all day
'I need you'
'Oh Jesus,
please heal him...'
Each night then
and many there
after...
Stood by the fable
and the stone that
marked our greatest loss
the cold memory of touch
becomes a haunting ghost.
AJPIII
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yangdantien
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Re: A Wake
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by MisfitMe on
Wednesday, 13th December 2006 @ 01:40:37 AM AEST
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some truths transcend their manifestation & I believe that in this we find a fine example of this reality...as the truth here touches the 12 year old boys heart again & again...
May the arms of sleep hold you tight,Sweet Prince
~Me |
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Re: A Wake
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 13th December 2006 @ 03:47:52 AM AEST
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Very, very sad, my friend.
Hang tuff.
peace, joy, luv,
emy |
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Re: A Wake
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by Eternal_Dreamer on
Wednesday, 13th December 2006 @ 05:52:04 AM AEST
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My dearest AJ~ I needed more than a tissue, I needed a whole box of them. I re-read this over and over again and with each write I felt such a heavy pain in my heart. Back then what words could you say to bring comfort to a 12 year old boy? Even now at a time like that? Sue gives AJ~ a big *heartfelt hug* a memory like that stays embedded into ones mind forever~ I'm so sorry for the loss of your father and I'm so sorry that things happened the way that they did. May his soul rest in peace.
On the wings
of death and sorrow
God sends us
new hope for tomorrow--
And in His mercy
and His grace
He gives us strength
to bravely face
The lonely days
that stretch ahead
And know that our loved one
is not dead
But only sleeping
and out of our sight
And we'll meet in that land
Where there is no night...
Helen Steiner Rice.
A very well ascribed piece that deeply touches the heart~
with much love from ur fan/friend~
eternal, infinite_dreamer |
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Re: A Wake
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by shelby on
Wednesday, 13th December 2006 @ 08:40:47 AM AEST
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Aj,
I am with Sue on this one a box of tissue indeed. I felt a heaving pain near my heart while reading this. I felt the wind and the haunting of the soul in the midst of loss.
~Michelle~ |
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Re: A Wake
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by Whisper on
Thursday, 21st December 2006 @ 01:00:06 PM AEST
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How sad the passing and the circumstances to why. This write says it all the feelings felt the heart breaking of this little child.
Whisper |
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Re: A Wake
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 17th February 2007 @ 10:04:21 AM AEST
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Dearest Aj .. I am at a loss .. you have caught
me in a moment of intense emotion .. I have
dealt with my own losses, but am stilled and
quieted by this .. your expression of pain and
sadness for a loss that should never have to
be endured .. but inevitably will be by all
human life is fragile .. it is temporary .. but this
fact, does not negate the suffering of losing those
that are most dear. Peace to you, my friend and
thank you for sharing your pain with such gentle
fortitude.
*hugs*
~Breezy |
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Re: A Wake
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by needledancing on
Thursday, 8th March 2007 @ 11:42:38 PM AEST
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| The pain of loss...our greatest pain. You wrote this from your heart..Peace and my thanks |
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Re: A Wake
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 14th March 2007 @ 08:18:31 PM AEST
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I lost my father some years ago. I too wrote of him, but not for years. It was too hard, but I am glad I finally did. This is so well done, it comes right from your heart and that is the best kind of write.
Thanks so much for sharing this, you have brought back fond memories and feelings of him that I miss. |
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