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Swiss Cheese Heart
by Cryssa C

Friday, June 13, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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For My Dear Friend, Lindsay, who after 20 months of waiting for her children to come home from Haiti, just learned that due to new rules it will be at least another year before her children can come home...if ever... But we believe in miracles!


           Swiss Cheese Heart

There was a time when my heart was full--
A time, when my heart was whole…
then time and red-tape interfered,
and my heart became full of  holes. 

The pain and hope of waiting
drilled holes right through my heart,
and left me feeling hopeless
with no love in my heart. 

In the murky fog and dim I felt
the only way to carry on
was to shut the door on caring
and pretend my heart was still intact. 

I thought ‘twould be an easy task
to reopen all the doors
and unboard all the holes
when my dreams finally came true . 

Alas, when light spilled on my heart
and my troubles went away,
I tried to unlock all the doors;
but the key I found was rusty 

and the holes still remained…
But then I saw that love shone through
and I realized the holes I had
were just windows to my soul.


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Reviewed by Mary Coe 7/5/2008
Very nice. I really love the way you ended this poem.
Reviewed by Axilea MU 6/23/2008
Sometimes those "doors" are much needed
until comes a time when we need the light
and the fresh air. But we should all know
that nothing ever dies in a compassionate soul.

It's a beautiful (and beautifully true) metaphor indeed.

Reviewed by Kate Burnside 6/18/2008
This is a harrowing tale, Cryssa, yet you lighten it with your clever and penetrating metaphor that is unique and lively. Love your conclusion.... praying that it WILL, indeed, bring a happy end. Yes, miracles are the stuff of life itself. If you look for them and expect them, they rise up like yeast in the dough. Kate xx
Reviewed by Jerry Engler 6/18/2008
That's an incredibly unique analogous way to poetically express the pain, and how true the final lines, that the holes can be windows to the soul. I realize my own heart may look like a sponge rather than a cheese, riveted with thousands of little holes and a few big ones. My best wishes and prayers for the Haitian children. (Sorry I haven't been back for a while, but with my schedule, I seem to have to settle for coming back to AD to do things in flurries...Jerry)
Reviewed by l West (Reader) 6/17/2008
OHH! The power of cheese. I was thinking that what makes Swiss cheese so unique is the holes. The cheese is around the holes. If it weren't for the holes, we wouldn't see the type of cheese it is. Your friend has a beautiful heart. The heart around the holes will be more flavorful or attuned to love, life, God, her children,& those around her in similar situations. Wear those holes well!
-a swiss cheese lover.
Reviewed by Connie Faust 6/17/2008
It's a tragedy that these children are growing up away from this loving mother who waits. The reunion will be sweet, but time is a-wasting till then. We can pray that it happens soon, and that she can communicate with them and mentor them from a distance till then.

Reviewed by Charlie 6/15/2008
The story pains me, Cryss. Those poor kids! I'm so sick of political kissing to get anything done... who thinks about the children?!!

Mom would say the more holes the cheese has, the more sharp it is. Your holes have been sharpened by aging, or in other words, by molding... Readers: There are so many elements that serve to mold us-- What molds you? What sharpens your heart-soul?

Cryssa and I, along with Leo Durrant, are just finishing writing a book to benefit these waiting children in Haiti. Their plight is real. All proceeds from the book will go directly to aid this orphanage. Be looking for the huge announcement coming soon regarding "The Gravy Queen" --Charlie
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 6/15/2008
A moving write and a thoughtful gift for your friend, Cryssa. Thank you for sharing it. Love and best wishes,

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan 6/14/2008
very emotionally touching, a beautiful write
Reviewed by Elizabeth Price 6/14/2008
Brilliant. I hope the regulations don't change again next year. God Bless. Liz
Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat 6/14/2008
Beautiful write, Cryssa.

Reviewed by John Leko 6/14/2008
...holes...perhaps seen through windows of and cast with know the seas again returned love to your feelings...yet all the beauty of its beginning still intact.
beautiful tender write Cryssa...
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 6/14/2008
Lindsay's heart will grow yet another year more flowers of love for the missing children, and they can see her soul from all that open windows that she have open for them.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva 6/14/2008
BEAUTIFUL, VERY TALENTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Dawn Anderson 6/14/2008
Your friend Lindsay is in my prayers. Cryssa, you have touched my heart with your beautiful words.
Reviewed by John Flanagan 6/13/2008
The sustained images of holes (and the great title) are so appropriate and make this poem memorable.
Reviewed by Bernice Lakota 6/13/2008
I will have Lindsay in my prayers for her heart is blessed! and yours even more for writing this for her. This is a beautiful poem.
Reviewed by Joyce Bowling 6/13/2008
Such a touching and sad event and write, my prayers is with your mother should have to be apart from their children. Your poem is full of compassion, heart, soul and love...well written my friend...
Blessings to you, Lindsay, and her children
Joyce B.
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 6/13/2008
So sad - having to wait for endless rules and red tape - I am praying, Cryssa. Well penned -

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Gene Williamson 6/13/2008
Cryssa, this is the way that great poetry is written.
Thank you for it. I join the many whose thoughts and hopes
are with Lindsay and her children. - gene
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 6/13/2008
Beautifully written!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Brittany Renée 6/13/2008
Keeping that family in my prayers, for sure. Lovely dedication to your friend.
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