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The Library of Trust and Hope

The Library of Trust and Hope
The Bank of Trust and Hope

(Cant decide on title, so feel free to pick or suggest one)

She was all but four years of age
Birthdays were such magical moments
The cake was filled with candles
The balloons still in their package twelve on the table

Daddy daddy, I can not fill these balloons!!
They are not magic like you said!!!!!
Do not fret Maria, its daddy who is magical
I shall help you little one, let me see those balloons

Sure enough daddy blew up twelve white and pink balloons
Maria was in awe at daddy’s magical powers
She knew her daddy would fight dragons to bring her but a smile
Maria knew she was safe in daddy's arms, oh what a birthday this will be

Maria was now ten years older
Fourteen years old and already filled with so many happy memories
On this fall day, home from school
There was grandpa in the back yard as usual

He was tending his garden of roses
When she was younger, he told her they were magical roses
Grandma would speak to him in his magical garden
From the heavens above

Now at eighteen, daydreaming in a coffee shop
A stranger picks up a rose from an empty table
A smile oozing in charm, stares into her eyes
This is for you, beauty for beauty

She was swept off her feet, in a whirlwind romance
They danced and dined, it seemed all on her dime
Until the morning she awoke, completely alone
Both lover and credit cards did abscond

Now twenty one, and wise to the world
Absorbed in her studies, somewhat colder than one should be for that age
A chilly fall day in an empty library
A stranger comes, giving her a drawing of a red rose

Hello he says! I drew this for you!
Oh no she thinks to herself, not another one!
Politely she smiles and replies thank-you, but I am taken
This stranger smiles right back and says, the drawing is for you no matter

The next week, and the weeks after, the same routine
He comes to her with a drawing of another beautiful rose
She politely declines his advances
Maria knows that a rose, has a stem, and that comes with pricks

The twelfth week and here he is again
What is the poor girl to do?
She is curious, and she can not quite help herself
She asks, from what do you draw such beautiful flowers?

He smiles kindly and replies
How about next week, I show you?
We can have a coffee, and discuss art
Hesitating she just can not say no to this simple gesture of kindness

They are walking along, and surprisingly she finds herself
Quite intrigued with the ease of their conversation
He takes hold of her hand, and says I live over there, the house in red
She has no time to object as he pulls her forward to the backyard

She stares in absolute shock and awe at what appears before her
Why its the most beautiful, wonderful, enchanting English garden she ever saw
You? she stammers, you made this?
He smiles shyly and says; well now you know what inspires my drawings

Now Maria is eighty and filled with both happiness and sadness
Her husband of all these years has passed on
To be with all his precious roses in the heavens waiting
She sits in their garden, remembering a life time of memories

She picks a single rose, and inhales its fragrance
Contemplating the wisdom's of life
I miss you so much my love
You taught me trust is earned and not given
	Your love was my blanket of happiness, wait for me my love, 
		I am yours eternally

Dear Reader

I was lucky in life to have had a good upbringing. My daddy, showered me with love, but most of all he taught me that gifts were not objects, balloons were not magical, nor was he. I learned that what was magical is the time and effort he took to love me, and protect me and those memories I so cherish, but they also he showed me the values I hold dear in myself and those around me. 

Then there was dear old grandpa. His garden was his passion, and I suspect that if I could have had more time to spend with him, it was really grandma’s passion, and after her passing, this was the activity that kept him close to her soul. In that respect, I guess it was truly a magical garden. Whenever he saw me, his eyes would light up, he would pour lemonades and he told me such wonderful stories. Unlike many though, he listened to all my troubles and told me, that in life I had to learn some things the hard way, but that he himself knew for a certainty that I would find the love and happiness, that as a young women, I felt would be lost to me forever.

I re-tell my story for all the people out there that have lost trust in others, or have lost hope in humanity. You may have your heart stolen for awhile, someone can bring you sadness, but never let them steal your soul. Learn that trust is earned, not given, and never punish the rest of the world, for your bad experience, for ultimately it is you who suffers most. Be giving, kind and generous, with a strong will and mind. If someone does not respect you, then they shall never earn your trust, and that’s how it should be. Be wise, be prudent, be safe, but most of all be open to love and kindness

God bless
Maria Sefue

Copyright © arthur vaso


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  1. Date: 10/12/2015 11:33:00 AM

    Dear Arthur Inspirational story, your quite a storyteller my friend the depths of emotions and warmth of your lines are simply touching, and fill the reader with a sense of devotional loving, great job, cheri
  1. Date: 10/12/2015 10:35:00 AM

    Arthur, i enjoyed this heart warming intimate story of Maria's life experiences. Wonderful poem. Imaginative concept , well crafted. Best regards, g.
  1. Date: 10/12/2015 7:41:00 AM

    I think the appropriate tile would be : "Investment in Trust and Hope" Opening the door of our inner world is an opening in trust and hope but we expect a dividend out of this opening of the account, of investment. A fabulous write that certainly surpasses the normal levels of poetic expression. Congratulations! A seven is too late to give, nevertheless I do give, dear Arthur!
  1. Date: 10/12/2015 7:31:00 AM

    Your noble write touched my heart Arthur! Your write is extreme wise and excellent and congratulations for POTW. A wonderful write indeed brilliant one........A.M.
  1. Date: 10/12/2015 4:18:00 AM

    This is a fav of mine, utterly beautiful and soaked in delicate expressions, a 7 for me, xxx
  1. Date: 10/10/2015 3:43:00 PM

    Hi Arthur. Late it may be, I'd like to congratulate you on a well-deserved POTW! A real pleasure to read, one that will touch anyone who's still open to the beauty of a well-intentioned write, no matter in what form it comes. Did I say it's one of my favs? Hugs!
  1. Date: 10/10/2015 3:11:00 PM

    Your Poem of the week is most intriguing. I love how it all comes together. For that one and only purpose. Congrats on the POW!
  1. Date: 10/10/2015 6:09:00 AM

    Hi Arthur. How are you my friend, I hope all is well. Now this is a great story of hope and trust and love, and a joy to read. You have gently given us this great message of understanding and faith. A wonderful write, my friend. This one will go into my favorites..... Robert.
  1. Date: 10/8/2015 11:16:00 PM

    I truly felt the beautiful, heartfelt message coming from this poem... A really wonderful write, Arthur! :)
  1. Date: 10/8/2015 8:38:00 PM

    A joy to read this again Arthur - in my top ten poems of the year for me along with one by David Meade:-) hugs Jan xx
  1. Date: 10/7/2015 12:44:00 PM

    Hey Arthur, A BIG congratulations on your wonderful poem being chosen for POTW! Well deserved and excellent story telling. I personally like The Library of Trust and Hope title the best. It's the place and the foundation of their meeting and becoming acquainted and, yes, falling in love (even though she didn't know it at the time). Beautifully expressed work of art. Be Blessed, Neva
  1. Date: 10/7/2015 8:37:00 AM

    Arthur, l see that I am late. You already know how I feel about this outstanding piece. Congratulations on getting the poem of the week it was well deserved:-) Alexis
  1. Date: 10/6/2015 10:16:00 PM

    Dear Arthur Where have you been my friend, have not had a comment from you in a while, how are you my friend, love this poem and congrats on being the POTW of the week you deserve it after all the classic stuff that you've written here on our little soup, don't forget me, I've missed your historial ideas, and words of wisdom, cheri
  1. Date: 10/6/2015 9:17:00 PM

    beautiful... i felt you, arthur... congrats on your POTW citation!
  1. Date: 10/6/2015 2:39:00 PM

    - Congratulations on your p.o.t.w., Arthur ! - Bravo !!!! - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
  1. Date: 10/6/2015 8:45:00 AM

    I see I'm a bit behind, but wow what an amazing piece of writing. Congratulations Arthur a wel deserved honor of POTW.
  1. Date: 10/5/2015 9:19:00 AM

    Arthur, a big CONGRATULATIONS on having this amazing write selected as Poem Of The Week, enjoy the honor ~~
  1. Date: 10/4/2015 10:00:00 PM

    This got POTW? wow! Congratulations! You're amazing.
  1. Date: 10/4/2015 8:32:00 PM

    Back again to congratulate you on POTW with this gem my friend!! A well deserved choice and top honor given to a great poet that gives us such insight, depth, joy and delight..
  1. Date: 10/4/2015 8:22:00 PM

    A story worth telling! I enjoyed it. Even at eighty father is remembered for his love, trust and making you feel safe. At 18 and 21 an individual still needs to have someone "there" for them, in order to "belong" to one with perhaps, a rose garden like the one you hope to be with eternally. Congrats on making POTW with this reminiscing story from the past.
  1. Date: 10/4/2015 5:44:00 PM

    I enjoyed every bit. Thanks for sharing Arthur:-)
  1. Date: 10/4/2015 1:03:00 PM

    thanks for your explanation, ARthur! Sorry I don't see new poems of yours to read right now! Get going on some!!
  1. Date: 10/4/2015 10:16:00 AM

    Stopping back with a well deserved congratulations on POTW
  1. Date: 10/4/2015 9:26:00 AM

    Its hard for anyone whose trust been shattered to be open to love , but yes its not impossible to find it in somene else again. Trust have to be earned indeed, . Your words have ways to make me laugh or cry. My mascara is smudged now. Exceptional!
  1. Date: 10/4/2015 8:27:00 AM

    Dear Arthur A very inspirational story, it was touching and emotional what a refreshing poem to wake up to this morning loved it my friend, thanks for sharing, and thanks for the review on my gargolyes, wish I could have found better pics though, cheri
  1. Date: 10/4/2015 6:38:00 AM

    Shucks a tear just plopped dear Arthur, what a beautiful story that tells of a strong message. As for the title if you were to pick from the two, I'd pick, the library of trust, another good title I think, "The Garden of Hope" to you I see, you are blessed to be able to pen such grace, and your pen runs gold today, a 7 from me, loving kisses, Rose xxx
  1. Date: 10/3/2015 10:59:00 PM

    Your creations or just wonderful. I was left with a peace inside. Thank you for sharing, Arthur.
  1. Date: 10/3/2015 9:38:00 PM

    What a beautiful tribute :)
  1. Date: 10/2/2015 10:05:00 PM

    Fantastic, amazingly creative , super superb and a poem to be admired. Arthur , amazing as your are as a poet--you just keep amazing me! Bravo!! A7 and adding to my fav list my friend.
  1. Date: 10/2/2015 5:13:00 PM

    Arthur. I really love this, but I am confused by the letter from Maria. Is she a friend that you took the story from and wrote the poem for? Or was she fictional? I guess I always love knowing accurately the backgrounds for things. I think you need a title different from the two you suggested. Something like "The Roses of Trust" or "Garden of Trust and Hope"
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