Poem -
Dance With A Star
Perhaps kindness blurs
The edges of time
I can't always remember
Those moments of mine
with you
~~~~~~
Maybe past forms itself
Into race along scenes
But I do not recall
If our grass was fine green
anymore
~~~~~~
It's just sometimes I fear
I did not do well
That work stole my time
Though I try not to dwell
upon that
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Maybe these days I paint
What I hope was once true
Reassure me loves
That we danced with a star
maybe two
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M ~
artwork my own
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A Lovely Painting. A Lovely Poem. And Fine Memories of Love. đ©”Â
Thanks so much J... really appreciated ..x
The painting is full of movement and fun. I love how the dog is joining in but the cat just sits and watches. It's a great scene.
The poem is something we can all relate to. I know I look at my lot, all grown now, and wonder where on earth all the time went. And then I realise I was just so busy being in the moment with them. And I question myself if I was there enough. Did we have fun? I think it's probably something we all do.
So, I love your painting and I love your poem x
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I think they probably did happen. All good mothers worry about how they mother. It's probably a past minor worry which has manifested as an enormous one? Because of what happened it gives this worry a much bigger gravitas. If you see what I mean. I think you did have good times. Yes, you worked but you still gave time to your children. Hugs xx
Wow, what a talented lady. Wonderful write and drawing!
John
You are so very kind John... thanks so much my friend X
Your mind wonât go there, but deep inside you know that you had wonderful moments and loads of love, given and received. A motherâs love is so godly, it cannot leave the heart, not even for a single moment. I truly hope those loving memories visit you so often, that you may as well leave the doors wide open.Â
A huge hug, Â BÂ
Thankyou for being so lovely â€
Hello M...
Too teary eyed to hit letters...
Beautiful!
Thank you for sharing...
S x đ
Aw love... I can guess why. Loads and loads of hugs coming your way đ
Work does steal time and thereby disfigures or transforms memories - so it is a good thing to keep remembering and putting it in wondering/wandering words and paintings. Yet I also think it is better to have these uncertain memories than none at all (I lost most several years of my youth - 12 to 15 - due to a dark homesituation during which I must also have had much more fun with friends than the scanty few memories thst weathered the storm. So, in a way you have given me certainty that even in those days I must have had fun and cheered me up. Hanx a lotđŻïž
I understand your comment completely John... and this has helped me too. Maybe we poison ourselves and our memories when we dwell on issues we can't change. Thankyou sincerely for your lovely comment X
Actually, it helped me transform s memory from dramatic to psycholigical, clearing up a mess of 60 years, hard work but very much a relief, so hanx once more
Yes I meant your lovely comment made me think. I'm glad you've made a peace John... trauma of any kind is hard to deal with... I'm so glad you found a way đ
this is surely one of the most hauntingly & most beautifulest posts I have read in a very long time .. xxxÂ
Thankyou kind sir... you are greatly appreciated đ
Hi Marion, I didnât say anything about your wonderful painting? I thought, of course, then I forgot to comment.Â
Itâs so funky and colourful and expressive. And happy.Â
I love it!Â
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Aw ...don't be daft, I'm no Van Goch B but I've discovered it comforts me to paint and write a story in my own amateur way lol... years ago I used to do proper paintings... portraits etc but these days I like splashing colour which is quite shocking as my character is quite grey and depressed these days. đ
Thankyou so much for taking the time love đ
The digital cracks that take our poetry into some vast mine, some chamber of data. I'm so lucky to have read your work Marion, thank you. X