Strange the things we do......

AND you wait so beautifully, Letty.

(I am whispering a prayer for you both and happy to be privileged to do it)

Theo, welcome back. Thank you, my dear friend. I will call tonight. He is in the hospital but feeling some better.

(do not know your story - but love what you have written - can relate to it and feel it - hope the morning light comes soon)
Izzie

Thank you, lzzie. My son has been ill for a long time, but he's a fighter and I still hold that light in my heart. I sent this to him via my daughter and she printed it and it is now on his CCU wall. You must tell us about your experience, England. There's a poet in all of us.

Hi Letty

Wishing your son well and strength to all of your family.

I have a couple of A2K medical threads - and can talk and write for England. Will be here for the next couple months writing out my journey.

Your words touched me - I can really feel them. So am sending you and yours a hug from my heart to help you smile inside.

Take care and keep the light shining...

Very Beautiful and yes, can also relate to it.

(hope your son is better by now.)

That made me tear up.

Hoping the shallow beams explode into a dazzling sunny day.....

Letty
Sweet Letty, a big hug to you.

BBB

A simple, "Thank you" to lzzie, lostinsearching, boomer, and BBB.

He is home now and attempting to be the man he is. It is at times such as this that we understand
How hard it is to be a man.
The world expects so much
It's the gentle mind that pays
The light of stars that fade
And glow again.

Hoping for the best.
edgarblythe

"In times of trouble" is a lovely poem--both in sentiment and in form. May all go well.

Thank you, edgar and Miklos. I am going to have to shed this superstitious belief about the first born son.

Also, Thanks to Dutchy for the PM.

Letty, with frustration I send you my inexpressable feelings. I envy the poet who can express them.

I understand the frustration, JL. As you know, there must be inspiration for everything that we do. Sometimes it is grim; sometimes beautiful, but it is when there is no muse, that life lies hollow in the soul. Thank you, honey.

As Lord Capulet observed, "Grief ties up my tongue and will not let me speak." That is when we turn to the written word.

When I was in Orlando, I talked at length to a young man who was in the ninth grade. He told me that he planned to be a civil engineer, but had no plans for using the computer.

"I like cursive", he observed.

letty :

to your son the best wishes for speedy recovery ,
to you ... simply all the best and try be there for him ...
(and i know you will be there for him - you are a mother !)
hbg

Ah, hamburger, I never see a rainbow that I don't smile through my tears. Thank you for the lovely image. Yes, I am a mother, and never was there a more wonderful and demanding job. I am certain that Mrs. hbg understands it completely.

In my mind, I see my son pushing up on his little arms at three months old. I would say, "Do your trick!", and he would sway back and forth like a baby elephant with a smile that literally went from ear to ear.

From thence on, we called him our little pachyderm.

A MOTHER'S DEVOTION AND WATCHFUL EYES !



i've always been fascinated by the tenderness of the mother elephant towards her baby .