Accepting a New Millenium
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Deborah K. Frontiera
Friday, June 20, 2003
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What do you give as a gift to elderly parents who "have everything?" A poem that tells how much you appreciate them. I gave this poem to my parents for Christmas in 2000.
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When I was tiny, two mountains protected me
In the valley between them
Forces of nature pushed upward
The hill of myself rose tall and strong
Became part of the chain of mountains
I joined another mountain
We formed our own valley
And more foot hills sprang up
But I still looked to my mountains
Appreciated their beauty and strength
Eternal forces of earth continued
Foot hills rose to my height
Became part of the greater ranage
Looked to me as I looked to my mountains
Thought about founding their own velleys
Not even the strongest rocks last forever
Time shakes the mountains I took for granted
Cracks widen in the weathered cliffs
The day they crumble and wash to the sea
They will become a new layer of sand
Generation upon generation
Layer upon layer of mountains long gone
The solid foundation of bedrock beneath my feet
With stregthen my base
To continue my place in the range
until I become sand too
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
5/29/2006 |
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This is a gift from the depth of your being and it is precious, Deborah. I am sure your parent saw it as thus. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry, R.C. |
11/7/2003 |
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I love the metaphor, Deborah, it is most appropriate. Very well written. I recall a time, years ago, when we had little money--certainly not enough to buy holiday gifts, even for our kids-- so, for weeks, I wrote a separate poem for each family member. When our large family came together to exhange gifts, I felt somewhat embarrassed: all I had was a hand full of envelopes to pass out to each loved one. After all, I really didn't-- and still don't-- consider myself a poet. Imagine my surprise when one relative after another began to cry and exclaim that they'd never received such a precious gift. It was then I learned that the truest expression of love is not what we can buy for another.
Visit me sometime.
Love in Christ~~
Bonnie Q
Unicorn Haven |
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| Reviewed by Maria Cristina Azcona |
7/15/2003 |
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I adore this kind of work. Bravo!
Family values and human virtues are hand to hand in your poetry.
I wish to be your friend.
Marνa Cristina Azcona |
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| Reviewed by E. Lucas-Taylor |
6/20/2003 |
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| I bet they were delighted. Well done. |
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