Simply put, it's a wayfarer poised in the souls' momentary hush of contemplation..of stillness, beauty, such as is needed to slake the thirst of a weary heart..that needs "push on", but feels drawn to linger..yet a little longer.
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Mother's Day
This memorable poem was a favorite that I learned by heart and recited for my lovely mother many times. She told me it was the best gift I ever gave her! We enjoyed gardening together, planting a host of daffodils, every fall. Although my mother died a few years ago, her spirit dances with the daffodils forever.
Your Poem brought tears to my eyes. Not of sorrow, rather knowing why Mothers were put here in the first place. And a true connection between one heart and another. Just as it was meant to be. You captured all of this in your short poem. I'm grateful to Have had the privilege to read it. Thank-you
Wow! What a deep, sad and fascinating poem. Truly marvelous!
Today the teacher asked us to choose a poem to perform at the closing session of our Theater Reader class. I was really impressed by the title and the meaning behind it. Interestingly, it perfectly matched what my best friend shared with me today.
I long to keep moving forward and throwing myself into life, but I know I'm exhausted. I need to learn how to love myself again. Thank you to the author for such a beautiful title: Love After Love.
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Exquisite and elegant piece of carefully woven words!
A beautiful poem, describing a situation I know only too well. I first met my husband when I was only 16, as I am now in my 80s, he was a part of my life for a very long time. I too have written about my loss. I think writing helps. Very best wishes, Ann.
Thank you, Ann, you're so right. Thank you for reading and appreciating this poem, blessings always
Some of my earliest memories were riding in a backpack on my father's shoulders. Our family did a lot of camping, and as the youngest child by 6 years, it was up to Dad to carry me till I was big enough to keep up. I absolutely loved being up on Dad's strong shoulders. And throughout the past 58 years he has carried me through every challenge in my life. I discovered this perfect poem years ago and printed it out with a photo of me as a toddler on Dad's shoulders. His dementia & every other medical issue has progressed so that now I'm sitting at his bedside in his last days on hospice, just keeping him company. I read this poem to him & showed him photos of me on his back & also pictures of him walking in the woods with his Dad. He squeezed my hand & tried to smile, while tears poured down my cheeks.
Such a short poem yet so very profound. She spells magic by her words.
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