By chance or not, to some befall the fate
of hardship, loss and sorrow, all unearned;
a bitter wine fermented long in hate,
a cup by which all innocence is burned.
These little ones grow hard or not at all,
they build defences tall and stony strong;
until the time the battlements will fall
these children have no place where they belong.
They call it love, the fiery cup they give,
which burns the heart and mind to powdered white.
In alchemy of love, accept and live,
to turn the fearful darkness into light.
Patricia drained the cup, she felt its heat,
and then replaced the bitter wine with sweet.
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A contest entry
- For Sandygram and Pattyann4500 by Whispering Winds.
450 points, ended February 8, 2007, 18 entries
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I was intending to write for the contest, hopefully Patricia will forgive me, I just am not in a writing mood. There is still time I see.
Can I attach my name to your poem, lol. It's the kind of poem people should write when they tribute others. Well, I mean, how I'd like to do it.
I bet her hubby Joe would like your suggestion that he is part of the sweet.
Like I said, it's how I'd want to write one...I know a little of Patricia's past difficulties and you've addressed it and how she has come out the other side...but done intelligently and creatively...Maybe I could write one...I wonder if she'd like to be called a loon? (Please explain that to her if she whines about me.)
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This is such a beautiful write for our dear friend. I remember that when I posted this contest, she told me, " I am so touched you thought of me, but im afraid that none of my friend will see this to enter, but thank you anyways." I knew she was wrong, and by the looks of this contest... It shows her that she IS loved and she is LOVED by MANY. Thanks for entering this for her, and many blessings to you hun.
Tammy
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Margaret, it matters not of whom you speak
The message of the sonnet stands out clear
'Tis not enough to turn the other cheek
Which some might see as cowardice, I fear
For folk express their love in many ways
And anger is a kind of love, I ken
Flailing the fists may take up many days
The open heart will always love again
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Very true
Keith, thanks for your rhyming observation of life - expressions of anger and even abuse can be love, but do we have to stand and be hurt? Love can take a lifetime to learn.
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Oh, Margaret, each time I read this, it seems to be more beautiful than before. Thank you so much for writing this breathtaking piece. It will have a place of honor on my author page. Love, Patricia
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Thanks Patricia.
I tweaked it a bit. 
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Who is Patricia? This was great. And in a lot of ways it reminded me of myself. Very nicely done!
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what a fine tribute to Pattyann -- she will be thrilled with this I'm sure.
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