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Sunday, March 21, 2010

A NEW LIFE




These are the inspired spontaneous writing of N, upon hearing of Pop's death...using actual phrases from his last letter (March 25, 1978) to us. One week later April 1, he died. Remember?  He was deaf-blind, loved nature, and his gardens.  The following was written in his memory, three days later by one he loved, and I shall call her N:
 


"In the spring
    You called him home

Crocus bloom
    Buds are springing

He spaded and planted,
    Daffodils and tulips still growing

In the spring
    You called him home

New birth for us all,
    Wild animals and birds

Pear tree much alive,
    Thanks again

In the spring
    You called him home

Blind and Deaf
    He sees and hears

Crocus Blooming
    Buds are springing

In the spring
   Of the Risen Christ
        You called him home..."

-- by N


PEEPS!
Stay SOBER with me today.
Be GRATEFUL today.
LIVE today.
LOVE today.
Be HAPPY today.

13 comments:

Steve E said...

Pear Tree

Susan Deborah said...

Lovely
Full of love
and
truth

Happy Sunday Stevie!

Joy and passion,
Susan

Enchanted Oak said...

There is a sight that transcends the simple vision of the eyes. It's called the heart.

Secretia said...

Nice poem of rememberance, very thoughtful.

Secretia

Kim A. said...

He saw in nature the beauty and promise given to us all. His hands must have loved everything he planted and tended. I just love this and that "N" put pen to paper to capture it.

♥namaste♥

Jess Mistress of Mischief said...

Oh I love what Chris said, the sight that transcends simple vision.

That poem spoke to my heart and soul

Shadow said...

he calls us home when its time... but also brings a new life.

The Turning Point said...

No matter the years, their spirit and memory for good and/or bad tempered by selection lingers on.

Jim

Dulce said...

Lovely poem... typical words... BUT lovely poem I restate.
I am back peep!

chitowngreg said...

Really nice. Thanks.

Julianne said...

Thank you for sharing such beauty. It has special meaning for me today.

Syd said...

Thanks for sharing this poem about your dad. My father died on March 12. The flowers were blooming that day as well.

Dutch donut girl said...

It's lovely. Missed, but not forgotten.