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Post by dcpottsmd on Dec 31, 2007 0:18:54 GMT -5
This year,
under the tree
I found your gift…
the last one left unopened.
Inside its festive wrappings
lay the gold of you:
music, story, art, food, prayer,
a listening ear,
tears shared,
laughter for a hurting heart.
And Christmas came
at last.
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Post by mfwilkie on Dec 31, 2007 0:36:25 GMT -5
A well-penned piece, Danny.
Maggie
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Dec 31, 2007 9:14:37 GMT -5
You write of the true meaning of Christmas here, Danny. Your metaphor is auric. Happy and peaceful New Year to you and your family.....Jon
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Post by dcpottsmd on Jan 1, 2008 0:27:17 GMT -5
Many thanks tou you both, and wishes for the New Year to you and all you love.
Danny
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Post by Sherry Thrasher on Jan 1, 2008 11:41:42 GMT -5
This brought tears to my eyes. The same thing happened when I lost my sister. She left me green mittens. Be well.
Sherry
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Post by LynnDoiron on Jan 1, 2008 15:25:13 GMT -5
I can only echo sentiments offered above. And add that I was moved by this fine write. lynn
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Post by dcpottsmd on Jan 1, 2008 20:16:24 GMT -5
Sherry and Lynn,
Many thanks for the sentiments and for stopping by to read. Happy New Year to you.
Danny
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