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Undying Love

Undying Love

He laid his hands upon her head
And prayed for who knows what.
She opened up her eyes to look,
But she saw him not.

He gave to her cool water
With which to quench her thirst.
She took from him the offering,
Though he was not the first.

He offered her his callused hand
With which to help her rise.
She looked at him in askance,
But heard not his replies.

He placed within her hands his heart
For the strength that she would need,
She cupped it to her breast with love,
But understood not his deed.

He gave to her his blessing,
With which she could be free,
She took and wrapped it in her dreams,
A light for all to see!

He gave to her undying love,
With which she could be shown,
She took it and blossomed into the world,
Understanding what Dad had known...
— Rett, Jul 01, 2008

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Region, Country: Southern Texas, USA

Favorite Poets: Dickenson, Longfellow

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Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 11 months ago

Enjoyed reading

Smiles:) Barbara This is beautiful writing and I meditated on it meaning. Not sure I understood it all it left some questions unanswered such as though he was not the first, A light for all to see and understanding what dad had know. All in all I see the undying love and it is brilliantly captured here. Not suggesting changes. It is good the way it is.
Rett

Rett

17 years 11 months ago

Barbara

I left it kind of vague so people could make their own decision as to what was meant, but the not the first refers to Daddy not being the first to give her food or water as that is usually mama. The light for all to see is the confidence and knowledge instilled by knowing she is loved no matter what. The understanding what dad had known was a reference to the birth of her own child and understanding at last the love for that child. What dad had know all along. Glad you enjoyed it and took the time to comment. It is a bit of an old one written for/about my daughter. Rett: They say that money talks. Sadly, my wallet has laryngitis!
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 11 months ago

I read it again

Smiles:) Barbara With a good understanding I enjoyed even more. Great poetry I must retreat as the schmuck in my mind comes back dulling my senses.
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

17 years 11 months ago

I think unconditional love

I think unconditional love is the best gift one can give or receive. I very much enjoyed reading this poem. Beautiful... Always, Cat
Rett

Rett

17 years 11 months ago

Thank you Cat

Is there really any other kind. You either give your love or you don't. Love given on this condition or that condition is not love to me. Thanks so much for reading, commenting and understanding. Rett: They say that money talks. Sadly, my wallet has laryngitis!
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DarkinAZ

17 years 11 months ago

"I like it alot"

great write, my friend. Sincerely, Mark
Rett

Rett

17 years 11 months ago

Thanks Mark

I appreciate it. Rett: They say that money talks. Sadly, my wallet has laryngitis!
Rett

Rett

17 years 11 months ago

Janice

Thank you. I am so glad you enjoyed it. Rett: They say that money talks. Sadly, my wallet has laryngitis!
LD

leonard daranjo

17 years 11 months ago

Very touching

I enjoyed it. I love the musical way in which the poem moves. Thanks Rett. Best wishes ... Leonard
Rett

Rett

17 years 11 months ago

Leonard

Thank you very much sir! Rett: They say that money talks. Sadly, my wallet has laryngitis!
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prayersbyPatty

17 years 11 months ago

I Like, I like it a lot

This is one of those poems that can fit a variety of scenarios, I got two different meanings and treasure them both, A poem that touches the heart. Patty
Rett

Rett

17 years 11 months ago

Patty

Thank you so much. I appreciate it very much. Rett: The perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the wind is blowing, the birds are singing and the lawnmower is broken. "James Dent"