I have seen an old woman
Sitting in a rocking chair
The warmth of the desert sun
Shining on her through the front window
Surrounded by her children, grandchildren
Great grandchildren, friends
The smile on her face as she basked in the beauty of her life’s work
In her eyes, not a glimmer of regret
For none of this could be, if not for her
I have seen an urn, flanked with flowers, purple and sun
A pastor weaving scripture of hope, love and God
Images of a life lived in faith and purpose
Trembling to the words of hallelujah
They find peace in the knowing
For every breath, every step taken
She will be by their side
And in the eyes of those who remain
Is found, a reflection of her
I have seen an empty rocking chair
The warmth of the desert sun
Shining through the front window
Surrounded by children, grandchildren
Great grandchildren, friends
A circle which cannot be broken
For a love which is shared
Is not bound by flesh, bone or earth
It is a love eternal
This and other poems can be found in my collection COLDER
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Thank you, and to you too!
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This was a absolutely beautiful piece.
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Thank you very much!
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You are welcome.
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thems good words right there man
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Thank you, Mark.
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Beautiful. We carry those we love with us always. Thanks for sharing River. A very meaningful piece.
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I really appreciate that, thank you.
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This is beautiful, and a person to aspire to. Only wish I knew the feeling.
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Thank you very much for reading.
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A very nice poem, which deeply touches. Thank you for sharing 💓
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And thank you very much for reading.
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Beautiful poem! Got me thinking about my great grandmother who was born in Arkansas in 1888, came out to California during the Dust Bowl ’30s, and lived to be 93. I often think of her, the changes she lived through, and all the advancements that happened during her lifetime, both technological and social. She grew up in a house with no running water, telephone, or electricity in the segregated south, and she died after there was a man on the moon, legal segregation was outlawed, and the home computer was first starting to appear.
If I live to be 93 what changes will I have seen?
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I think of those things too. She definitely saw a lot of changes in the world. It seems like nowadays the changes are more subtle. Mostly technology based. Or maybe they just seem subtle because I’m living them.
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That could be. The big change of a century or more ago was the growth of heavy industry, now it’s technology. Change in incremental, and it’s only when you look at it in retrospect over a period of decades that you see the breadth of change. In my lifetime the visual medium has gone from appointment TV with the three networks (and PBS) to being able to watch anything you want on a device that fits in your pocket. Wonder where it goes from there.
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True. As much as I dislike cellphones, they are pretty amazing. Having an entire library in my pocket right now is very cool.
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wonderful 💕💕💕
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Thank you, Ray.
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This is touching 💕
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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so beautiful!!!!
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Thank you!
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A beautiful love song.
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Thank you.
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Lol…River, as I reading this, it was so familiar. Mystery solved, from your book, Colder. Thanks for fine print. Lovely, beautifully penned. 😊
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Thank you, Yonnie!
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You are quite welcome, River!
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Loved the line a circle that can’t be broken. Simply beautiful poem
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Thank you very much.
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My pleasure
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I really love your poems. Inspiring, truth, beauty
Thank you
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You’re welcome. And thank you for reading.
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Achy beautiful:)
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Thank you.
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Enjoyed my visit
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Thank you.
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Lovely so lovely. I went to a special friend’s 90th birthday this past weekend… reading this poem a second time, my heart was touched again…peace out to you~
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Thank you very much. Wow, 90. I wonder what it’s like to look back on 90 years?
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I did not ask her that question. Perhaps on her 91st I will;-)
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I imagine like looking back on a long stretch of quiet wisdom.
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I hope so.
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I missed this along the way. It’s very beautiful!
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I appreciate that, thank you.
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You’re so welcome, my pleasure!
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So beautifully expressed! Happy Holidays, River!
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Thank you, Dawn. All the best to you and yours.
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