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Forever Love

FOREVER LOVE

 Margie........my one and only........Margie

 love's music echoes timeless
 spring fed      it flows forever

 Pop would get up early, make Mom's hand-mixed
 favorite black and green tea, and when ready,
 he walked down the hallway tinkling her teacup
 with a spoon, gently waking her.

 When he came home each day
 he'd whistle the tune......
 "Margie......how I love you ......"
 alerting her that he was near.

 On occasion, his mood would be jubilant
 upon arriving home,
 whistling......
 "Sweet.....Georgia.....Brown!"
 just like his favorite basketball team,
 The 'Harlem Globetrotters'

 Mom was Dad's whole world,
 I could hear his expectant excitement
 in the tone of his remarkable whistling
 whenever I pushed him down the hallway
 in his wheelchair, knowing his one and only
 lifelong love would soon be in sight.

 He couldn't mix and brew her favorite tea
 anymore, or wake her with her tinkling teacup,

 but until the end, he could still whistle!

 .....and man! 

                       could he whistle!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/18/2009 8:55:00 PM
This one brought tears to my eye and my heart, of a time when I had a mother and father, and there defining moments! You are a very diverse poet, and as such my work can only improve! Love, your friend, poet butterfly
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Date: 7/8/2009 3:34:00 PM
now that was a sweet narrative. the perfect picture of love. an almost extinct occurance only living in the elderly today. great write. John Henry Loving III
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Date: 7/1/2009 7:50:00 PM
A write of true love and passion. I love a man with a song in his heart
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Date: 7/1/2009 12:38:00 AM
What a lovely vignette Jim.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments
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Date: 6/30/2009 9:39:00 PM
this poem made me shed a sweet tear,if all the couples in today's world were like your parents and mine--what a beautiful word this could be--how beautiful can love be jim--thanks for this beautiful write-------c harma
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Date: 6/30/2009 8:48:00 PM
James, this brings back so many memories from when I was little and my grandparents were still alive. though Papa was never allowed in the kitchen I could always see the love in his eyes for my grandmother. And yes, man could he whistle. Thanks for the memories. Lots of Love, Misty
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Date: 6/30/2009 8:00:00 PM
That was just the most wonderful prose I ever read. Just beautiful. It reminds me of the song, "Dance with my Father" by Luther Vandross. And I love that song too. This write was uplifting for me to read. And your love for your parents is shining through bright and clear. Thanks so much for sharing this and thank you for reading and commenting on my poem, "Take the Lead". Best wishes, Caroline.
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Date: 6/30/2009 6:46:00 PM
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Date: 6/30/2009 6:43:00 PM
I enjoyed this very much James. Everyone should have such wonderful memories of their parents. In my house we didn't have such delicacies. It was mostly dixie cups and collapsable tins. Koolaid, and hawaiian punch, and if we were very, very good, chocolate milk. Keep writing bro cause I love reading it-AA
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Date: 6/30/2009 4:20:00 PM
Such a poignant poem and a lovely tribute not only to your dad, but also to true love. Very well done. Regards Heidie
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