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Recently and shared some humour with me over the age of my (late) father and how it fitted with her amazing piece "I'm Victorian"..... Many of us are of an age where we have had fathers (or parents) who, by circumstances of their own birth or upbringing have been less than supportive in our early and even ongoing emotional development to the point of causing life long suffering in our personal as well as other relationships... The following is my attempt to "lay a ghost" in my own life - if it helps others to lay their own ghosts then I am at peace with this!!
As I looked down upon the face
Now at peace, in quiet repose
I feel a load lift from my heart
And a small tear run down my nose
A life was lived as he desired
He did his best, with what he knew
With strength of purpose to the fore
No prisoners taken, regrets were few
He leaves a legacy few would argue
Characters moulded by his own hand
And now the time for those who mourn
To follow their hearts, and silently stand
For life is a gift to open hearts daily
The soul directs our paths and plans
To be assured of living now and fully
The days to come are within our hands
As I looked down upon the face
Now at peace, in quiet repose
I feel a load lift from my heart
And a small tear run down my nose
A life was lived as he desired
He did his best, with what he knew
With strength of purpose to the fore
No prisoners taken, regrets were few
He leaves a legacy few would argue
Characters moulded by his own hand
And now the time for those who mourn
To follow their hearts, and silently stand
For life is a gift to open hearts daily
The soul directs our paths and plans
To be assured of living now and fully
The days to come are within our hands
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Mother
My longing for you weakens my heart
All the birds are silent as we grow apart
Will you leave me to my destiny
Will you come and find me
I spell your name in fear to remember
Scared to feel thorns in my pulse, burning rush
Your radiate face is more than a figment
Yet, impossible to touch
Mother,why didn't I kiss your hands everyday
Do you hear my prayers mother, they are all for you
I send them every morning with drops of dew
What words can do, when my all is still so few
You are here, when it rains on those hills above
When I imagine your laugh and feel your love
When the pink clouds come by, stand by and pass
You
Literature
Never Assumed
Never assumed breathing would be one of her chores, Or assumed the music she sang would no longer pour. Never assumed the current events in her life, would give her a better perspective on strife. Never assumed she’d forget judgment unfair, strengthening her to look at things on the square. Never assumed the mistakes she’d once made, would no longer haunt, they'd eventually fade. Only passage of time possessed her to share, respect other’s shoes that she never would wear. Giving patience with someone who seems not to care., Allowing “herself" to show if she dares. Facing her mortality shook her to the core. That slap in the face made her honor life more, teaching her never again to keep score. Sue J.O. 6/17/2019
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forever
In shards
fragments
across time fields
through the endless
into the space void
like a leaf in wind
life is just memory
live the moment
be there
forever
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I know you wrote this a while ago, but I hope you don't mind the comment now...
"He did his best with what he knew"... this is a very powerful line, for YOU, a line of *healing*... this is something I've come to, finally after all of these years, and I am so grateful, because not everyone can realize this, and even maybe for good reason, in their particular situation. I cannot judge them, the way they think and all that's happened on anyone else's journey.
But for me this has been VERY powerful... I've become "softer" in my thoughts... even forgiving... and it's helped me more than anything.
"To be assured of living NOW and fully"...
This is just important... because we can't FULLY live in the present, if we remain stuck in out sticky pasts... surely they have made us who we are surely, but we make up the rest.
My father is still living by the grace of the Universe, and I have had the gift with my father to actually improve our relationship in the last 2-3 years, of of several decades of "storms" (in order to quantify my childhood) and having nothing in common and inability to have acceptance. 2-3... it sounds very little, but it is a gift that some with the kind of relationship I've had, rarely would get. And it does take two.
I am thrilled that I have come across this. Thank you for your courage to share.
"He did his best with what he knew"... this is a very powerful line, for YOU, a line of *healing*... this is something I've come to, finally after all of these years, and I am so grateful, because not everyone can realize this, and even maybe for good reason, in their particular situation. I cannot judge them, the way they think and all that's happened on anyone else's journey.
But for me this has been VERY powerful... I've become "softer" in my thoughts... even forgiving... and it's helped me more than anything.
"To be assured of living NOW and fully"...
This is just important... because we can't FULLY live in the present, if we remain stuck in out sticky pasts... surely they have made us who we are surely, but we make up the rest.
My father is still living by the grace of the Universe, and I have had the gift with my father to actually improve our relationship in the last 2-3 years, of of several decades of "storms" (in order to quantify my childhood) and having nothing in common and inability to have acceptance. 2-3... it sounds very little, but it is a gift that some with the kind of relationship I've had, rarely would get. And it does take two.
I am thrilled that I have come across this. Thank you for your courage to share.