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Array ( [sid] => 70656 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Kin... [time] => 2004-11-08 17:28:39 [hometext] => I miss them so much... [bodytext] => Endless land, clearest of air,
Such a beautiful, rural country…
How I mss it so…
Pleasant recollections of life with them,
My kin in Tennessee…
They took me in without hesitation,
Made me a part of their vast family…
Rarest of food were served,
Meals I have never heard of,
But was willing to try…
Shadow and joany, their precious black labs,
Nipping at our ankles,
Begging for a scrap of “hog’s jawl”…
Papa Dillon hollered that supper was ready,
His large, red face poking out the door, ushering us in with a quick jerk of a hand…
Mama Virginia, who was always seen in the kitchen,
Gave us a cheery smile,
Her large blue eyes twinkling with delight…
The two-story house smelled of sweet cornbread,
White beans and beef stew…
Aromas that will always bring me back to those days…
Outside in the open air,
I rode the gorgeous mare named Hannah,
Whispering how much I loved it here in her ear…
Her massive eyes glimmered,
A soft whinny escaping her elegant snout…
I didn’t have to state it;
Everyone could plainly see that I felt at home…
A storm was brewin’,
The most catastrophic of gales,
Gradually forming between my mother and her ‘beloved’ Victor…
Their love was slowly deteriorating,
A new life in this beautiful country was, bit by bit, disappearing…
A fleeting image of freedom,
Of a place where I’d be away from it all…
Far away from that other life that I had in Florida..
My hopes were high…
Stupid me…
I let them get there,
And, like always, they were shot down,
Crippled and leisurely dying in front of my eyes…
As was their love for each other…
I didn’t know that would be the very last meal I’d have with them…
I never expected for that ‘goodbye’ to be forever…
Months have passed,
And still no word from them…
It’s been a year already,
And still nothing…
It’s like they never existed,
Gone off the face of the earth…
I opened my heart to them,
And this is what they give me…
Deep down, I know they love me and my mother,
But why no communication?
Why only silence?
Why does there have to be only a memory to visit?
Where did my second family go?
Past recollections of those pleasant times with them…
Surrounded by love and acceptance…
Now, there is only emptiness…
Nothingness…
A vast hole inside of me,
A large piece of me missing…
I will never forget them…
But I can’t help but feel that I was forgotten,
Only a mere figment,
An ephemeral image…
I long to be a part of their family again,
But ma mere has moved on…
She is much happier now,
With a new and deeper love…
It seems she has forgotten as well, or doesn’t want to remember…
She has found a new family,
But unlike her,
I left my heart with my kin in Tennessee… [comments] => 1 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 65 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
My Kin...

Contributed by FleurdeSang on Monday, 8th November 2004 @ 05:28:39 PM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff



Endless land, clearest of air,
Such a beautiful, rural country…
How I mss it so…
Pleasant recollections of life with them,
My kin in Tennessee…
They took me in without hesitation,
Made me a part of their vast family…
Rarest of food were served,
Meals I have never heard of,
But was willing to try…
Shadow and joany, their precious black labs,
Nipping at our ankles,
Begging for a scrap of “hog’s jawl”…
Papa Dillon hollered that supper was ready,
His large, red face poking out the door, ushering us in with a quick jerk of a hand…
Mama Virginia, who was always seen in the kitchen,
Gave us a cheery smile,
Her large blue eyes twinkling with delight…
The two-story house smelled of sweet cornbread,
White beans and beef stew…
Aromas that will always bring me back to those days…
Outside in the open air,
I rode the gorgeous mare named Hannah,
Whispering how much I loved it here in her ear…
Her massive eyes glimmered,
A soft whinny escaping her elegant snout…
I didn’t have to state it;
Everyone could plainly see that I felt at home…
A storm was brewin’,
The most catastrophic of gales,
Gradually forming between my mother and her ‘beloved’ Victor…
Their love was slowly deteriorating,
A new life in this beautiful country was, bit by bit, disappearing…
A fleeting image of freedom,
Of a place where I’d be away from it all…
Far away from that other life that I had in Florida..
My hopes were high…
Stupid me…
I let them get there,
And, like always, they were shot down,
Crippled and leisurely dying in front of my eyes…
As was their love for each other…
I didn’t know that would be the very last meal I’d have with them…
I never expected for that ‘goodbye’ to be forever…
Months have passed,
And still no word from them…
It’s been a year already,
And still nothing…
It’s like they never existed,
Gone off the face of the earth…
I opened my heart to them,
And this is what they give me…
Deep down, I know they love me and my mother,
But why no communication?
Why only silence?
Why does there have to be only a memory to visit?
Where did my second family go?
Past recollections of those pleasant times with them…
Surrounded by love and acceptance…
Now, there is only emptiness…
Nothingness…
A vast hole inside of me,
A large piece of me missing…
I will never forget them…
But I can’t help but feel that I was forgotten,
Only a mere figment,
An ephemeral image…
I long to be a part of their family again,
But ma mere has moved on…
She is much happier now,
With a new and deeper love…
It seems she has forgotten as well, or doesn’t want to remember…
She has found a new family,
But unlike her,
I left my heart with my kin in Tennessee…




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Re: My Kin... (User Rating: 1 )
by Nazmythian on Monday, 8th November 2004 @ 06:28:13 PM AEST
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An amazing thing the heart ... pieces scattered here and there through out our lives leave scars and pain we swear will never heal. Then someone comes along with the magic of love to make us realize that there is hope for our torn shreds left behind by friends, family, loved ones, pets. And miraculously the heart is reborn as if the fires of love spark the Phoenix, causing it to rekindle its flame. The flames wither and cold sets in. Passions heat gives way to abandoned cold. And the cycle starts all over again. In some ... the cycle becomes easier, in others more difficult, yet with all, each and every one of us, the trip through the circle will be made again, and again, and again ... It can defeat you ... or leave you determined to find the one who can help you break free the chains and love uninhibited.

Some times the first move must be our own ... tell them , tell them how you feel ... then at least you know you have done what you can.

Nazmythian ~




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