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Array ( [sid] => 177239 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Dear Mary [time] => 2013-11-29 06:11:32 [hometext] => 50th anniversary of her passing from Hodgkins disease, aged 23 [bodytext] =>
Remember, sweet sister, my rawness in youth;
unpolished, uncertain, unwise.
And running and hiding - confused by the truth,
protesting with rage to the skies.

When deliverance crumbled to dust and despair,
when my unyielding fury retarded;
when the flower of the forest lay withered and bare,
your spirit and beauty departed.

If Time is a healer then what does it cure?
Can it comfort an unsettled heart?
Will it give back those days of my desperate adjure
with the wisdom that decades impart?

Yet, Time has accorded some privileged grace
when danger weighed heavy on me;
your presence unfolded - I sensed your embrace,
but your vision I could not see.

I have missed your beauty, your caring, your giving,
I have mourned - awake or asleep.
But your truth is alive on the lips of the living
and forever imbued in my keep.

---

[comments] => 5 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 23 [informant] => spud [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
Dear Mary

Contributed by spud on Friday, 29th November 2013 @ 06:11:32 AM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems




Remember, sweet sister, my rawness in youth;
unpolished, uncertain, unwise.
And running and hiding - confused by the truth,
protesting with rage to the skies.

When deliverance crumbled to dust and despair,
when my unyielding fury retarded;
when the flower of the forest lay withered and bare,
your spirit and beauty departed.

If Time is a healer then what does it cure?
Can it comfort an unsettled heart?
Will it give back those days of my desperate adjure
with the wisdom that decades impart?

Yet, Time has accorded some privileged grace
when danger weighed heavy on me;
your presence unfolded - I sensed your embrace,
but your vision I could not see.

I have missed your beauty, your caring, your giving,
I have mourned - awake or asleep.
But your truth is alive on the lips of the living
and forever imbued in my keep.

---





Copyright © spud ... [ 2013-11-29 06:11:32]
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Re: Dear Mary (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 29th November 2013 @ 10:52:29 PM AEST
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Our loved ones can live on in our memories. A wonderful tribute and I like the way you have woven your young self into it and what appears to be her teaching influence upon thee.

If Time is a healer then what does it cure?

It cures nothing in my opinion. Just saying.

Great writing, Sir Tommy.


Re: Dear Mary (User Rating: 1 )
by speedy on Saturday, 30th November 2013 @ 06:50:41 PM AEST
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I liked it. Good write.

Hannah B


Re: Dear Mary (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Friday, 6th December 2013 @ 02:30:26 PM AEST
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Words written from the blood that fills a true poet's heart and overflows with a lasting love for a special sister.


Re: Dear Mary (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Wednesday, 2nd July 2014 @ 01:15:48 PM AEST
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so beautiful....... so tragic...... thank you for sharing a
glimpse into her beautiful life and soul................

hugs n' love nessa

@->>->>--


Re: Dear Mary (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Sunday, 4th January 2015 @ 04:25:14 PM AEST
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A well woven tribute, spud - sometimes the remembrances get better with age. S




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