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It Is Good My Friend
A Parent's Lament
One of the World's
You Stole My Heart That Floridian
Should I See Somewhere
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It had to be light years since she'd been a school girl, we thought.
We saw her ancient, though unwise,
and felt wonder at such close-up
longevity. It had to be light years
since she'd been a schoolgirl, we
thought. It was hard to conceive
everything about her, but at eye
level we could see she had been
pretty, maybe beautiful even.
Now, however, the beauty lay in her
daughter, who cared for her mother
round-the-clock, better care than
that available in some strange home.
It was highly personal--a care that
seemed laced with love or, if not,
then based on guilt. Mustn't such
close care be the result of one
or the other?
We snickered when she'd clap
her hands and sing Jesus songs.
Selections we knew ourselves.
How strange, we felt, that she was
one of us--a child again but with
different skin, white hair and a
wheelchair. A child who wouldn't
answer our questions.
There was little doubt as to her
not-too-distant destination for,
by becoming a child again, she
was fit to enter the Kingdom.
Just like in the Scriptures.
Fit to a T.
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|Reviewed by Laura A.
|I enjoyed this poem very much!
|Reviewed by Theresa Koch
|*`~Wonderful weaving of words~`*|
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|Oh yes Randall. Like a child we do enter the Kingdom of God. Great write. Janet xoxo PS. I'd take a sip for you but it'll have to be tea. lol I quit drinking 9 yrs ago. ;)~|
|Reviewed by Carol
|Reviewed by Trixie Love
|This is beautiful...
Somehow the den made an
They added your title on
one of my poems
I contacted them...hopfuly they will soon correct this matter.