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Family Ties VII: Well Used

November 8, 2010
Family Ties VII: Well Used

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    Jane LaFazio
    November 10, 2010 at 10:33 pm

    oh lyric, I adore these pieces. every single one of them. they are so lovely, so powerful, so touching…they make me cry. really. I so wish I could be there to see them all in person. really fabulous work, dear Lyric.

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    Wen Redmond
    November 9, 2010 at 12:23 pm

    Beautiful use of family heirlooms.

    Time marches determinedly on.
    We grow older and wiser,
    watching as the seasons change-
    changing us, moving us
    ever forward, to become real.
    To become ourselves.

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    Dreamie
    November 9, 2010 at 3:06 am

    Berries by Christine Jean

    When I'm a very old woman
    and I've taken to my bed
    one day a doctor will come to see you
    looking grim, he'll shake his head
    it's then you must feed me berries
    when I'm old and I've taken to my bed

    Crush the berry between your fingers
    drip the juice into my mouth
    let it stain my lips and run down my chin
    like it did when I was a youth
    I'll touch your face and call you grandma
    as the juice drips into my mouth

    They'll take me back to days long gone
    their sweet smell will bring the rain
    the color will remind me of the summer sun
    but it's the taste, my darling daughter, that will serve to relieve my pain
    in my mind I'll return to the girl I once was
    and pick berries with grandma again

    Eli at Four by Christine Jean

    Little boy hand takes hold of mine
    He pulls me to my feet
    “come on papa, take me for a walk.
    Let’s look for something neat”

    My joints are stiff, My feet so sore
    My back is giving me pain
    But walk we must and walk we will
    Who knows if this chance will come again?

    Down the street n’ round the corner we go
    Searching along the way
    We stop to watch a colony of ants
    To the boy their work looks like play

    Soon pockets are filled with pinecones
    Colored string is added too
    A sparrow feather, a smooth red stone
    A fragile shell of robin’s egg blue

    Little hands cradle each treasure
    Small things make him happy you see
    But what the boy does not realize
    He is the treasure to me

    DreamCatcher1111@aol.com

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    Cassie Shella
    November 8, 2010 at 7:38 pm

    Hi Lyric – this is beautiful. Here is a Haiku for you, it's called Home:Holy, Safe, and Warm
    Where every heart is loved
    Completely Sacred

    Hope you like it, a have a Blessed week:)

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    acarolegrant
    November 8, 2010 at 6:07 pm

    Today's Haiku:
    Red, white and buttoned
    Simply worn…and tattered,too
    Making memories

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    Jackie
    November 8, 2010 at 4:53 pm

    though one could see she never cried,
    one could see she always tried,

    always one to plant the seed,
    she gave her love to all those in need,

    when finally she was laid to rest,
    we all knew she had done her best.

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    KathyE
    November 8, 2010 at 1:53 pm

    Lyric,
    I just love, love, love these pieces. You have provided the inspiration for me to take out those tattered family heirlooms. Keep 'em coming!

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