by Myrna D Badgerow
Friday, September 21, 2012
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Having lived my life in the world of the legally blind, I have always known that there are those things I have missed...but I have also known those moments when I realize I have not really missed them but have just seen then in a different way... I hope you enjoy this piece. Myrna
Today I thought I heard
raindrops, an almost forgotten
sound of late so I reached out
with open palm to capture one
or perhaps even two because I
have missed the rain so... but instead
upon my palm I found a leaf, not golden
nor brilliant scarlet... it was brown,
dull, curled and withering...hardly
beautiful I would suppose
but I have never captured one
before, have never really seen
their fall from grace, have only heard
their sweet escape, nor have I ever
felt the innocent joy of one softly
drifting into my grasp, and as I
held it, I knew it must have been
left behind by a loved one who visits
with the changing winds of seasons
and the sigh of a memory, one
who knew the smile it would bring,
and the warmth of heart... today
I caught a falling leaf... not golden nor brilliant
scarlet but beautiful nonetheless
because it was a gift... and it was special!
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your words stir the soul, Myrna. As for longing for the touch of raindrops, I can relate as we've had no rain here for many weeks now... ...and the leaves are falling. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Paul Judges
|Delightful work, Myrna|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|What a wonderful metaphor! I was just trying to explain to my sister, via e-mail, how important it was, back when I could, to drop in on friends and, especially, elderly relatives once in a while to surprise them and give them a smile. Like the leaf dropped in on you To give you a sense of coming autumn, dropping in on those that will not be with us long is a wonderful way to give a gift of remembrance.
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|You have sight beyond mere seeing; you received this gift with an open heart, knowing from whence it came. So wonderful!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Stunning poetry of life...