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Daughter of the Living Meadow (revised)
by Valerie Ann Roeske

Friday, February 14, 2003

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I came to take her today,
completely .....
body and mind, heart and soul,
the torn child of my youth,
the one that brought me to be to who I am today,
I have found her heart to be that of a chain,
where she keeps adding more links,
she's lovely, elegant, and sheer,
her long brunette hair still flows in the warm breeze,
and her earth toned eyes,
hold much of what she has seen,
her trails of past yesteryear are well behind her,
she travels today, within my reflection,
she looks at past time as only a shadow,
a dusted path on this crusted continent,
of hate and love,
she plants wildflowers in her backyard,
as a tiny small toad, sits near and watches,
a soft tune is played in the foreground,
by one of her most precious gifts,
who sits on the bench they made together,
his harmonica, carries a song of love to her ears,
she watches the mother bird build a nest out of twigs,
as her older son plants a willow in the yard,
she dances, because of others,
her anguished sorrows of yesterday,
are thrown to the wind,
I know her well,
she's not alone anymore,
as light of new day breaks through,
I see her there, and love her much,
has her reflection aged,
may have, but I know who she is,
she cares for the beaten,
the lonely, the heartbroken,
the small, the lost, and the dying,
she's held children, born addicted,
some have died in her arms,
she's helped thee addicted,
so they would recover,
she's taught an autistic child,
to smell, touch, feel, see,and hear,
many take for granted,
she places flowers on graves of forgotten souls,
who's past is unknown to her,
she's buried the young, the old, an the lonely,
she rescues God's small creatures, that cannot speak,
she knows the power of love,
the sorrow of being alone,
the pain that kills,
she takes in all,
and holds all as dear granted gifts,
she lives today,
within the sonnet,
my spirit attended to her,
her words are oils set into prose,
her time is priceless,
she is the world within my world,
tender, loving, delicate, and graceful,
she's an image of my very youth,
she survived,
she takes life it as it comes,
burying the sorrows deep within her soul,
so they can rest,
she refreshes her mind with new choices,
and new challenges,
she belongs to me,
she is the daughter of the living meadow,
drowning in the very pleasures of life,
under the sapphire sky,
with new hopes, and courage,
her wants and needs, are not of crushed velvet,
or sparkling rubies,
but that her journey
will be a ray of light, to shine on others,
and touch a least one soul, before her eyes close,
into darkness and she dies,
she is my internal and external emotions,
in the infinity cloud of life,
I know she's beautiful!


Written by: Valerie Pearson
copyright2003ValeriePearson



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Reviewed by Connie Faust 12/1/2009
Where are you, Valerie? With words so exquisitely written, why are you missing from Authors' Den? Apparently, you are still a member, so I can hope you will resume writing for us.
This is a magnificent telling of overcoming the pain of your experiences. I salute you for your victory and for your talent.
Connie
Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G 7/24/2009
My Soul was touched, I can sure relate!
With "ALL" I've been through, going up was to only add forgiveness as I climb onward!
YES! She and her world and her hidden beauty is BEAUTIFUL!
As my child speaks to yours, hurt, badly bruised, sexually used (by my dad for years) and pain, confusion, hurt and scars! seen and not seen... just felt!
I could say more, your poem is PERFECTLY done, I feel it!

WRITE ON!
2003 and it's still powerfully STRONG!

Blessings, Hugs and Poetry, Purple_Passion_Pulsing, SHEExooo

How are you "NOW"? How is life/love treating you?
Stay Positive!!
Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle 7/21/2009
This is a wonderful and magnificent poem,amazing work,a well written piece,take care

EDWIN
Reviewed by Peter Paton 6/16/2009
Full of incredible imagery and emotional depth
You take my breath away with this masterclass of poetic beauty.

Peter
Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse 5/20/2009
Valerie This is Superb Poetry
your heart & soul embrace every single line
I love the tenderness
Much Love & Inspirations
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Reviewed by Oisín Breen 2/15/2003
Yes. It has now become absolutely excellent. You have pulled a piece right out of the abyss and named it.
I came to take her today,
completely .....
body and mind, heart and soul,
the torn child of my youth,
the one that brought me to be to who I am today,
Your opening lines! MM lovely yes. They are smooth powerful and have a great hook.
I'd put in paragraphs and watch the typos though.
Question for you m'lady. Ever done spontaneous prose? If not do a search on the internet for 'the essentials of spontaneous prose' and give it a go. I think you'd like the style.
Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J 2/14/2003
this is wonderful imagery, Val.

Love from India - Joel -
Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J 2/14/2003
You draw a great picture and character.
Reviewed by na na (Reader) 2/14/2003
Valerie, I am a humble man. I do not have the words to describe your writing. Bill Murray
Reviewed by Christine Morell 2/14/2003
I'm speechless Valerie...there are no words.
This is perfect.
Chrissie
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