Outsider
What golden fountain
do you sip from, Mother,
and what angels see,
as you waltz in sleepy dreams,
obscured, eclipsed,
from a trembling me…
Daddy, this one’s for you… I’m so sorry that Grandma is dancing away from us a little more each day.
Golden Fountain collage, from the Notebook Series (chronicle of care-giving experience with Gail’s mother). Gail Nadeau. Used with permission.
posted by L.L. Barkat at 8:03 AM
5 Comments:
There is no Castle, I made it up if you could not tell!
Another nice picture and I love the poem.
The sun is shining here in Devon....Yipeee!!
Have a nice weekend L.L
Very beautiful and haunting. I'm not much for rhyme because it is so often bad. But you use it to wonderful effect here.
I posted "Barbies at Communion" for you. This poem made me think you needed a lift.
I'll be praying for your family.
Martin & Mark...thanks for the kind words. Yes, the sun still shines, and for that we can be thankful! :)
Sorry to hear about your heartache about your grandma...Praying for you and yours.
Blessings on your Sunday :)
Eph 2810... thanks for your prayers... she's recovering her speech somewhat this week... a real comfort to us "outsiders."
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