Red Geraniums
Free Verse Narrative: Fading into the darkness. .54 total reviews
Comment from honeytree
A beautiful connection with the Red Geraniums. Beautiful words flowed so well and the special Geraniums were really cared for so well.
Love and tender and loving hands everyday probably.
A real tribute to this lovely person caring for her Geraniums.
A wonderful story here.
honeytree
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A beautiful connection with the Red Geraniums. Beautiful words flowed so well and the special Geraniums were really cared for so well.
Love and tender and loving hands everyday probably.
A real tribute to this lovely person caring for her Geraniums.
A wonderful story here.
honeytree
Comment Written 09-Jun-2008
Comment from kassey
I simply can't believe that I have just used my last sier, You don't know how much I want you to have one for this beautiful piece of work. I as reading it thinking that even though it was free verse it sounded like a rhymed poem as I read it and I truly was enjoying it. Then I read your author notes about your mothers Parkinsons Disease which I was diagnosed with fourteeen years ago and is lately getting a little more difficult to cope with. Not only for your beautiful words but also a very indepth personal understanding of the suffering please take the sixth star from my heart Kay
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I simply can't believe that I have just used my last sier, You don't know how much I want you to have one for this beautiful piece of work. I as reading it thinking that even though it was free verse it sounded like a rhymed poem as I read it and I truly was enjoying it. Then I read your author notes about your mothers Parkinsons Disease which I was diagnosed with fourteeen years ago and is lately getting a little more difficult to cope with. Not only for your beautiful words but also a very indepth personal understanding of the suffering please take the sixth star from my heart Kay
Comment Written 09-Jun-2008
Comment from auswag
Sorry, Mrs. KT. I know nothing about free verse but the words are telling. A lovely remembrance. Your mum will be proud of you. Excellent.
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Sorry, Mrs. KT. I know nothing about free verse but the words are telling. A lovely remembrance. Your mum will be proud of you. Excellent.
Comment Written 09-Jun-2008
Comment from T.C. Hill
Wow, KT, I really enjoyed this. (I'm really a sucker for poetry that takes you on a journey) Please keep up the excellent work so you can continue to tickle out imaginations :-)
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Wow, KT, I really enjoyed this. (I'm really a sucker for poetry that takes you on a journey) Please keep up the excellent work so you can continue to tickle out imaginations :-)
Comment Written 09-Jun-2008
Comment from Rajasir
I am really sorry to hear about your mother.But I can assure you that she is definitely a proud mother now in the World where Lord God takes care of her.
You poem, though fairly long, is a real homage to the mother. How could you describe her better?It is really very touching.
Bless you,
Rajasir
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I am really sorry to hear about your mother.But I can assure you that she is definitely a proud mother now in the World where Lord God takes care of her.
You poem, though fairly long, is a real homage to the mother. How could you describe her better?It is really very touching.
Bless you,
Rajasir
Comment Written 08-Jun-2008
Comment from S.Yocom
This is wonderful! You wrote so knowingly about dementia. My own mother died of Alzheimers disease. In the end she didn't know my sisters or me. I think it was because she was living in the past, when we children were small. What a terrible disease it is. You, my friend, are a terrific writer.
Sally
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This is wonderful! You wrote so knowingly about dementia. My own mother died of Alzheimers disease. In the end she didn't know my sisters or me. I think it was because she was living in the past, when we children were small. What a terrible disease it is. You, my friend, are a terrific writer.
Sally
Comment Written 08-Jun-2008
Comment from mmichelle97219
There are reminders that should not be erased
There are memories that should not be replaced
Small tokens of a life lived
Left for those that did
I thought this was a sweet story poem. I loved every whisper of it.
Michelle
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There are reminders that should not be erased
There are memories that should not be replaced
Small tokens of a life lived
Left for those that did
I thought this was a sweet story poem. I loved every whisper of it.
Michelle
Comment Written 08-Jun-2008
Comment from KalleeMerra
you've told a tale so very well here, a touching, loving story of love and age. very well done indeed.
blessings,
kallee merra
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you've told a tale so very well here, a touching, loving story of love and age. very well done indeed.
blessings,
kallee merra
Comment Written 08-Jun-2008
Comment from bard owl
How genuinely touching. This memoir of your mother and her red geraniums is very well written with loving hand. Your mother would be so proud of the fine poet her daughter has become. My mother died in a state of dementia that diminished not one whit of her abiding sweet nature. Your poem certainly was one I could identify with. It was a gift to read. Blessings to you, Linda
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How genuinely touching. This memoir of your mother and her red geraniums is very well written with loving hand. Your mother would be so proud of the fine poet her daughter has become. My mother died in a state of dementia that diminished not one whit of her abiding sweet nature. Your poem certainly was one I could identify with. It was a gift to read. Blessings to you, Linda
Comment Written 08-Jun-2008
Comment from AbigailDavid
Hello, this reminded me of a story by the Australian writer, Henry Lawson... his story, 'Water them Geraniums'. It is a lovely story, and the poem has that same sense of pathos.
I lost a parent to Alzeihmers, but she was in her nineties. Late onset, and quite rampant, as it took her within about 12 months of us noticing things weren't quite right.
Nothing to change with this lovely work and i am sure you are going to touch a chord with many people, with this piece of poetry...bye for now, and thanks for sharing it, Abby
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Hello, this reminded me of a story by the Australian writer, Henry Lawson... his story, 'Water them Geraniums'. It is a lovely story, and the poem has that same sense of pathos.
I lost a parent to Alzeihmers, but she was in her nineties. Late onset, and quite rampant, as it took her within about 12 months of us noticing things weren't quite right.
Nothing to change with this lovely work and i am sure you are going to touch a chord with many people, with this piece of poetry...bye for now, and thanks for sharing it, Abby
Comment Written 08-Jun-2008
