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Maturity

Where others examine your problems to judge,
I look at them with concern;
I put my hands there and not my words.
My memory is a treasure box of youth,
now that I see grandfather's wrinkles again.
Dear brother, why is life so short?

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  • Grateful
    November 25, 2008

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    this is a wonderful poem within its perfection...actions not just words....

    all the best....


  • NeonRose
    November 12, 2008

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    So much insight here...really well spoken. A tribute to a lifelong close relationship, worded with wisdom and style. So well-deserving of the Gold!


    • Sandal
      November 12, 2008
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      Thank you Neon. Love accepts what is.


  • Ellis gold member
    November 10, 2008
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    Ideal values IN PRACTICE !

    This is as good as it gets.


    • Sandal
      November 12, 2008
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      Thanks Ellis. I'm blessed to have two brothers, each different and loved.

  • Judith Chandler
    October 13, 2008

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    That is perfect - concern, not judgement, hands not words.

    "I see grandfather's wrinkles again." Unfortunately, that too is all too true though I have a feeling you don't think it's unfortunate.

    • Sandal
      October 13, 2008
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      Thank you Judy! My grandfather died when I was only 6 and he was 57, but he was a gentle man with time even for little ones like me. It is a pleasure to see my brother growing into a man like he was, even if it means getting older... that also is a gift.


  • Tirrell
    October 3, 2008

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    I love the introspective tendancies of the question, and still the movement of soul into the warming images of maturity, an exxcellent use of title.


  • rite
    September 23, 2008

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    Dashing through the scape of awareness. Those memories lost or intentionally erased by pathogenic cures, hold the truth that has not been part of fair and adequate judgment since we started to forget. Congrats on winning gold.


  • myrataal silver member
    September 23, 2008
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    Congratulations ...

    on a beautiful Gold! I am so proud of you.

    Love
    Myra

  • ashjoe76
    September 23, 2008

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    This is amazingly sweet. You have the true gift to say things so well through small a number of words. I am touched by the sisterly affection you depict here.


  • CitrineSunrise silver member
    September 23, 2008

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    This is beautiful and amazing. You are able to capture so much about the brother/sister relationship in just a few words. It further emphasizes that quality supercedes quantity in good poetry. Especially touching was the reference to "grandfather's wrinkles". Sometimes we see the years passing in the eyes of our loved ones rather than our own. Congratulations on your gold trophy. Peace, Liz


  • Venugopal gold member
    September 22, 2008

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    what a fine sentiment, I cherish this one, when others judge, you are a loving sister lookin with concern, my heart is filled looking at such sisters..thank you for sharing most noble sentiment

  • myrataal silver member
    September 22, 2008

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    Ah Beautiful ...

    You have written this with the melancholy and beauty of the East.

    Loved it. A real gem of affection and of serene love, mourning mortality.

    Loved the open-ended exit line, too.

    Myra

    • Sandal
      September 22, 2008
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      Thank you Sweetheart! When you know someone all of your life, there is a lot to remember. Thank God we have happy memories, for the most part.

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