Joyous Memories
precious answer to my prayers8 total reviews
Comment from Joan E.
I am glad you were inspired by Dawn's personal story and shared the result with us. I also admired your selection of the Mary Cassatt-like painting. I am amazed by your courage and cannot imagine the lost of twins. I salute your ability to be philosophical and remind us that "no child is ever truly gone...or alone...". Thank you for sharing your life's experience and gratitude with us- Joan
reply by the author on 13-Nov-2017
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I am glad you were inspired by Dawn's personal story and shared the result with us. I also admired your selection of the Mary Cassatt-like painting. I am amazed by your courage and cannot imagine the lost of twins. I salute your ability to be philosophical and remind us that "no child is ever truly gone...or alone...". Thank you for sharing your life's experience and gratitude with us- Joan
Comment Written 13-Nov-2017
reply by the author on 13-Nov-2017
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HELLO Sweet Sunshine,
Thank you for your sensitivity and empathy on this story, and the painting, my favorite too.
Actually, they were not born twins, they were lost 18 months apart in Iraq/afghan war.
This was resurrected from draft few years back, after inspiration from Dawn's profound story.
Thus, life goes on and we move on too. Thanks too dear, for the EXTRA STAR on this...
Love, hugs galore, Ronni
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Thank you for the clarification about the eighteen month difference in age--so much like twins. I greatly admire your ability to be philosophical and recognize that life goes on and we must as well. Warm regards- Joan
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Thank you dear...to do less than that
would be to dishonor them...and all
those that serve and take on a challenge
to benefit more than themselves...
Hugs evermore, Ronni
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Yes, yes--I salute their willingness to take on a challenge to benefit more than themselves and make the ultimate sacrifice. Everlasting hugs- Joan
Comment from For better for verse
A wonderful poem with an ending that was quite unexpected.
The descriptive way you describe the early years of bringing up the two babies is divine, and of course they are barely out of there teens before being called to war......so very sad.
You convey the joy of motherhood and the desolation of loosing a child so very well.
A great piece of writing, well done.
reply by the author on 12-Nov-2017
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A wonderful poem with an ending that was quite unexpected.
The descriptive way you describe the early years of bringing up the two babies is divine, and of course they are barely out of there teens before being called to war......so very sad.
You convey the joy of motherhood and the desolation of loosing a child so very well.
A great piece of writing, well done.
Comment Written 12-Nov-2017
reply by the author on 12-Nov-2017
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Thank you for your kind and thoughtful comments on this poem, I am pleased you enjoyed, and
your empathy on unexpected ending. Has been said, "life goes on while you're making other plans'''
of course, no one can know or ever even envision a future tragedy, but it happens, and life goes
on and we move on too.
BTW..I love your unique screen name...neat play on words and verse...
Best wishes always, Ronni
Comment from Mustang Patty
Hi, Ronni;
Thank you for sharing this wonderful tale of memories. Our children grow up all too soon, and when they are taken from us by life's challenges.
~patty~
reply by the author on 11-Nov-2017
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Hi, Ronni;
Thank you for sharing this wonderful tale of memories. Our children grow up all too soon, and when they are taken from us by life's challenges.
~patty~
Comment Written 11-Nov-2017
reply by the author on 11-Nov-2017
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Yes indeed, patty, our children grow up so fast; and no one can ever know any further fate until it happens.
This was from a draft written few years back...and a remembrance and tribute to son's since Veterans
Day is this weekend.
Thank you for sharing your kind and uplifting message in your lovely visit. God Bless! Have a beautiful day!
Blessings, best wishes, Ronni
Comment from AnnaLinda
Ronni,
This is a most moving poem you have written
honoring your gifts that you brought into this
world and so soon lost.
All of your gurgling imagery was so very sweet,
poetic and endearing and you were so masterful...
amidst the pain and acceptance as you moved into
the reality of your unimaginable lose.
Bless you,
Linda
reply by the author on 11-Nov-2017
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Ronni,
This is a most moving poem you have written
honoring your gifts that you brought into this
world and so soon lost.
All of your gurgling imagery was so very sweet,
poetic and endearing and you were so masterful...
amidst the pain and acceptance as you moved into
the reality of your unimaginable lose.
Bless you,
Linda
Comment Written 11-Nov-2017
reply by the author on 11-Nov-2017
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Thank you dear Linda,
for your warm and gracious empathy and generous commentary and compliment on this
presentation. And oh ...yes thanks too for the EXTRA STAR, sincerely appreciated as are you!!!
God bless you too! Have a marvelous day!
Blessings always! Ronni
Comment from Sharon Haiste
This is a lovely poem with a tragic ending. So very sad.
This is a story very well told.
The picture that you've chosen to post with your poem is beautiful as well.
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Sharon
reply by the author on 11-Nov-2017
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This is a lovely poem with a tragic ending. So very sad.
This is a story very well told.
The picture that you've chosen to post with your poem is beautiful as well.
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Sharon
Comment Written 11-Nov-2017
reply by the author on 11-Nov-2017
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Thank you Sharon,
for your thoughtful appreciations of this poem and presentation, and
kind empathies and compliments. Especially for sharing it in your
lovely visit too. That has always been my favorite picture too..thanks.
Have a beautiful day...God Bless..
Blessings best wishes, Ronni
Comment from Irish Rain
Nope, no tombstones. This is lovely, and heartbreaking at the same time. We always think their lives were too short, and they were. But...in reality, all lives are but a blink, then we live forever. They just get to live forever sooner. Still...doesn't help the grieving mother. So sensitive, and touching, blessings....
reply by the author on 11-Nov-2017
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Nope, no tombstones. This is lovely, and heartbreaking at the same time. We always think their lives were too short, and they were. But...in reality, all lives are but a blink, then we live forever. They just get to live forever sooner. Still...doesn't help the grieving mother. So sensitive, and touching, blessings....
Comment Written 10-Nov-2017
reply by the author on 11-Nov-2017
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Ah indeed, reflections and perceptions just like a mom.....thank you!
Your unique comment, "They just get to live forever sooner" especially endearing, never heard it ever expressed
like that before; and likewise quite consoling. Will remember that from now on indeed. And yes, we do move
on, grief has its run, but joyous memories outlasts after all and beyond.
Thanks again for your empathy and perfect perception of this presentation.
Blessings always! Ronni
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You're most welcome Miss Ronni!!
Comment from Alcreator Litt Dear
This speaks the uncompromising and natural order of love and care in the heart of mothers about their children and children appreciate the volume and height of love and never feel lonesomeness; I liked.
reply by the author on 11-Nov-2017
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This speaks the uncompromising and natural order of love and care in the heart of mothers about their children and children appreciate the volume and height of love and never feel lonesomeness; I liked.
Comment Written 10-Nov-2017
reply by the author on 11-Nov-2017
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So right you are dear friend, in your perceptions on this poem, and I sincerely
appreciate you sharing them so kindly and comfortingly! God Bless you!
Blessings, Ronni
Comment from Sis Cat
Ronni, this is an excellent poem. I see it not only as an elegy to a lost childhood, but to children who grew up to become soldiers and died in the war. Your poem builds with one precious memory after another to embrace and remember the child the sons once were:
only sweet, delicate childhood brings
that makes a house a joyous home
cookie crumbs galore, crayon on walls
milk, juice spot trickles here and there
missing shoes, socks and britches
These detail are deeply effecting and tender. You add why a mother view such things as special tokens:
car keys in the fish bowl, gummies in hair
odd objects, strange critters in the dryer
fretted naps and stubborn bedtime routines
still these frets and innocuous battles
so happily I survived with many a sigh
Your poem then goes on to describe these boys, now men, fighting and dying in war:
off to war in far off land even sooner than set
barely a blush away from awkward teens
a few shadow whiskers shy of yet being full men
You make the reader feel the mother's loss. It is all in these details so lovingly cherished and remembered. You conclude with universal words of comfort for countless mothers who have lost their children for time immemorial:
I know there are countless mothers who've lost
as much as I have, if not even far more
no longer question the Almighty in vain
as to 'why' mine were amongst them too
I only know, in a mother's heart and love
there are no tombstones and no child
is ever truly alone....
This is a tender, graceful poem that displays love, and care. This is a solid, emotional poetry writing, and I am thrilled to have read this today.
Thank you for sharing.
reply by the author on 11-Nov-2017
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Ronni, this is an excellent poem. I see it not only as an elegy to a lost childhood, but to children who grew up to become soldiers and died in the war. Your poem builds with one precious memory after another to embrace and remember the child the sons once were:
only sweet, delicate childhood brings
that makes a house a joyous home
cookie crumbs galore, crayon on walls
milk, juice spot trickles here and there
missing shoes, socks and britches
These detail are deeply effecting and tender. You add why a mother view such things as special tokens:
car keys in the fish bowl, gummies in hair
odd objects, strange critters in the dryer
fretted naps and stubborn bedtime routines
still these frets and innocuous battles
so happily I survived with many a sigh
Your poem then goes on to describe these boys, now men, fighting and dying in war:
off to war in far off land even sooner than set
barely a blush away from awkward teens
a few shadow whiskers shy of yet being full men
You make the reader feel the mother's loss. It is all in these details so lovingly cherished and remembered. You conclude with universal words of comfort for countless mothers who have lost their children for time immemorial:
I know there are countless mothers who've lost
as much as I have, if not even far more
no longer question the Almighty in vain
as to 'why' mine were amongst them too
I only know, in a mother's heart and love
there are no tombstones and no child
is ever truly alone....
This is a tender, graceful poem that displays love, and care. This is a solid, emotional poetry writing, and I am thrilled to have read this today.
Thank you for sharing.
Comment Written 10-Nov-2017
reply by the author on 11-Nov-2017
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Dear Sis Kat,
Thank you ever so much for your most awesome and comprehensive review on this presentation.
I am truly touched and grateful beyond words, appreciations for which well remain with me indeed.
Also thank you for being thrilled to have read this too, a most endeared compliment I truly am
grateful for you sharing it so kindly. God Bless you.
Gratefully, with blessings always... Ronni
