Friday, November 03, 2006


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.


Blogger Martin Stickland said...

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

9:59 AM  
Blogger Mark Goodyear said...

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.

5:06 PM  
Blogger L.L. Barkat said...

Martin & Mark...thanks for the kind words. Yes, the sun still shines, and for that we can be thankful! :)

7:51 PM  
Blogger eph2810 said...

Sorry to hear about your heartache about your grandma...Praying for you and yours.

Blessings on your Sunday :)

1:31 AM  
Blogger L.L. Barkat said...

Eph 2810... thanks for your prayers... she's recovering her speech somewhat this week... a real comfort to us "outsiders."

11:08 AM  

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