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The Morning Visit

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Below is the poem entitled The Morning Visit which was written by poet Mystic Rose. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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The Morning Visit

She slides out of bed like soft butter steps into the kitchen to make coffee.
All is still immobile, even the bird in his guilded cage unstirs the air.  
From the corner of her eye she sees his cordoroy pants then feels his
presence. A familiar essence lingers.  She is conversing with her dead
father in the confinement of her solitary kitchen. "Dad, I don't know 
why she is still here? Why does God keep her here to suffer ?  Her
memory is getting really bad.  Soon she will forget how to eat how to 
talk, how to remember us?  Why isn't God delivering her from this 
confusing world? Dad?" 
He paces the vinyl back and forth creating a soft breeze in the pockets 
of an unusual warm September . "It would take a strong wind to bring her 
to her knees daughter. Your mother was always head strong. "
He takes a raw egg from the counter kicks a hole in it and drinks the yolk. 
"We can't play God* Vienna? "  "Tutto e buono (all is good)" 
His eyes are so benign that you could drown in their kindness and never know 
you hit rock bottom.  She sits and looks out the window. The sky is opening.
The phone rings.  " Bonjours, qu'est-ce que tu fais de bons?" 
she cradles the moment in silence, it's a one sided conversation. So it's not 
today (sigh) then she hangs up the phone and finishes the coffee. The bird is
malting in his guilded cage, not a sound.  It's gonna be another warm September
day. Bottoms up. 

To be continue...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 9/20/2017 1:15:00 AM
The rawness of emotion is heartbreaking. The line: "So it's not today...", immediately brought to mind how precious this moment right now is, for we can never get it back. A poignant piece filled with pain, love and questions that I too seek answers to. Beautiful writing Vie xo
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Date: 9/19/2017 11:37:00 AM
So touching a poem ... The pain can be perceived ... Wonderful ...
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Date: 9/19/2017 9:57:00 AM
This is so sad.. Look forward to the second part...
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Date: 9/19/2017 9:36:00 AM
Despite your heart's sadness and mine from reading you, I eagerly look forward to the continuation, Vie.
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Date: 9/19/2017 8:13:00 AM
Excellent. Very touching write. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing it.
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Date: 9/19/2017 6:56:00 AM
A touching poem about a loved one--emanating from deep within heart!!
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Date: 9/19/2017 6:53:00 AM
We are always questioning God ways. We are human. However we must realise that He knows best, that He has a plan. Fortitude must be your main armour is this life's fight. Meantime I can feel the pain too. I have lots of pain. Let us use pain to gain eternal bliss. Much love, Vie.
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