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Last Night's Edition

Comfortably curled up, after a tiring day, I'm sipping my decaf, like I quite often do While reading the evening news, My after dinner ritual, like feeding the dog, and wiping down the counter, after dishes have been washed.. Last night...why should this time have be any different? The stories I read, the politics, the current events, the tragedy.. Yes daily tragedies that happen every day, in every town... I can't think about them all...I can't weep for each and every one... Oh yes....I can care, ...and I can feel sorrow.. .... But I can't, ......I just can't, make them my own... But last night I did.... Last night, just reading these two paragraphs black and white, a mother's plight the account of a tragic tale... This one landed, here on my doorstep A headline in my small town Brought to life, how one instant can change it all.... How this fine young family who lives in our town Took a carefree day's outing, a picnic..and a hike In the most beautiful place in the world Hiking a trail in the grandeur of our nearby National Park In a fateful moment...a landslide of expected tragedy Could end the life of her little son, injure her young daughter Change a family forever.....why, just a week ago...this was just such sad news... Last night....reading her own words...it became personal. Her child became my child....and today I grieve...... (true event)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/29/2009 2:26:00 PM
im so sorry for this loss,yes it is a grieve to all hearing this poem here,it brought a tear to my eyes....lets all love one another cos today is what we have ,tomorrow we might not be her.........heartfelt ---charma
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Date: 8/29/2009 1:45:00 PM
Excellent write Carrie, and what a sad situation>>James
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Date: 8/29/2009 12:42:00 PM
That is horrific. Your empathy comes alive off the screen. Beauty in your lines....Love, Sara
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Date: 8/29/2009 8:25:00 AM
Carrie,..how ironic that you wrote this poem whence what i did think was tragic in mine scope ! God bless these souls you poetically wrote of,..i pray that restore finds them quickly ! Though I may loose mine son,..at the least he shall,..Jehovah willing,..survive ! You have a heart of gold my poetic friend ! james
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Date: 8/29/2009 2:50:00 AM
Beautiffully written and heartfelt. Nothing can prepare any of us for the unexpected and hopefully this poor mother has lots of support right now. Thank you for nice comments on my piece. Regards: Déirdre
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Date: 8/29/2009 1:27:00 AM
Your empathy is always revealed in your words Carrie.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments
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Date: 8/28/2009 4:38:00 PM
And another child, plays in the meadows of heaven, with many children and many angels- I have to believe this, to balance the unnerving realism your poem (as my tears) so easily claims! I pray my comments are as welcomed, as yours ever are
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Date: 8/28/2009 4:25:00 PM
Amazing writing Carrie. Thank you for sharing with us. It is sometimes hard not to feel as if it is one of our own. Thank you for your kind comments. Love, Carol
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Date: 8/28/2009 1:48:00 PM
Life is like that for some of us. I like the way that you presented the topic. Keep writing. Sara
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