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[sid] => 23672
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Why?
[time] => 2003-09-23 04:05:00
[hometext] => This is one of my first poems. I hope you like it. It was for my friend, and is self explanitory.
[bodytext] => Why It would take you hours, which turned into weeks You wanted to show your love with pride you prepared your heart for all to see, your creation, your dreams When worked before, brush strokes would flow with ease and fine detail, canvas filled now here you sat with brush, palette, tears heavy heart How to show them just how you love them can you transform your love to canvas? show the most sincere feeling you ever had? Of course you can, for mum and dad Love flowed from mind to hand to canvas this creation would be you, for them your deepest most private feelings expressed for all to share It had to be right, yes, pure, perfect each effort, correction, was statement your love for those who loved you stand back - smile - weep once more It hung with pride of place there, your all, your devotion, your thanks thanks to those who created you, nurtured you your statement of celebration Then the wall stood empty your love had been there but gone but it was all for good new times ahead, she goes where we can care Smaller but full of family love those gifts from years of kids growing abound there, in places of honour, all cleaned, and there, all say we love you mum But that wall is still empty oh not to worry - it's been put away yes, for safekeeping, out of harm's way we'll sort it, clean it, re hang Now family members look, then look away something not saying, hey ...c'mon, say? but they cannot say for they, those who care so much, feel guilt The unthinkable done your pride, your love, your joy your hear and sweat,all gone - gone? oh come on!! don't joke like this It took me weeks, I cried, I felt, lived Yes, I lived that life I laid with brush it can't be gone, it can't be - can it? you feel the loss, tears well How the hell could they do this to ME you feel anger, then pain, then betrayed you gave it with love, it went with the trash they THREW it out, just like that! That gesture can never be replaced it was one, never again to be re done but gone it is, and see it as it was it was pride of place, it was your gift of love This purest gift lives in minds, and hearts alike to those who saw it hang with pride perhaps it lives with them even stronger Remember our Gill's paining - it was good And the two it was created for? do they think why? no, they sit in dreams, and smile, talk about their lives, their kids, their world it hangs there in their world, beautiful work For your painting lives to this day as it was meant to be, still new, vibrant with your love arm in arm they look and wipe tears That's from our gill, our girl, our joy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 48 [informant] => nigelangel1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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