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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Feb 15, 2009 15:04:28 GMT -5
Your love is everywhere-
in the vibrant purple iris, the tulip soon effulgent in full bloom,
the multitude of happy dandelions dotting the newly-greened spring lawns like the eyes of Argos.
We are your flowers who open into billions of brilliant colors, bring up purpose from our roots like rising sap,
remain for a brief sunset
then wither and return to you, mother; you who tends our tiny headstones...leaving a pebble of remembrance each night.
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Feb 16, 2009 15:53:54 GMT -5
That's so beautiful, Jon. I don't think I'd change anything myself. Lovely read.
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