|
Post by Insane Troll Logic on May 18, 2006 11:57:16 GMT -5
Excellent!
And from a 13 year old as well!
Very cool.
|
|
|
Post by dEz on May 18, 2006 12:09:34 GMT -5
She's a brainiac. And a very nice girl too!
|
|
|
Post by Insane Troll Logic on May 18, 2006 12:13:06 GMT -5
Just like her mum, then!
|
|
|
Post by AlyWay on May 18, 2006 12:43:40 GMT -5
Dez-you must be very proud!
|
|
|
Post by tjaman on May 18, 2006 13:54:47 GMT -5
Nice one! w00t!
Way to go, C!
|
|
|
Post by dEz on May 18, 2006 15:54:38 GMT -5
Thanks guys!
Daughter got mad and said I read her writing wrong:
palm trees in the middle of Nebraska
(PALM tree) I thought she wrote PINE.
My bad.
|
|
|
Post by quantumcat on May 18, 2006 16:22:53 GMT -5
Callie is slightly brilliant,you know that,right?
I sense just enough of the taint of adulthood that she doesn't grasp just how insightful and gifted she is.
She's on the cusp of the no-holds-barred clarity of innocence and the obstructed vision of the walls that confine yet add power to our maturity.
(Hence the confusion)
She's figuring out new methodologies for retaining the best of her old self as she builds the new.
All that shows in a VERY astute and evocative poem.
She feels,she observes and she can quantify and apply what she learns.
THAT can't be easy!
I suspect you have a very together kid,there.
Congratulations to you both.
|
|
|
Post by dEz on May 18, 2006 18:07:10 GMT -5
She's really an amazing kid.
|
|
|
Post by TheMasterGeek on May 18, 2006 21:23:42 GMT -5
*Lighter*
For Dezzie's daughter.
Brilliant.
|
|
|
Post by GreatMuppetyNick on May 18, 2006 21:42:35 GMT -5
I am sooo humbled ...
|
|
|
Post by Charisma69 on May 21, 2006 14:40:39 GMT -5
Wow. Callie's poem kicked all kinds of ass.
|
|
|
Post by tjaman on Jun 1, 2006 20:55:39 GMT -5
MEMORIAL DAY
The dead don't ask for much. Remembrance. A spray of flowers. A few moments at a gravesite To share a thought. Remembered dreams. Hopes that stretched Beyond their span.
The dead don't ask for much Reflection on a soul passed on A surprised laugh in an Unexpected recollection A secret smile of shared spaces, Lives and bodies touched. Intimacies recalled.
The dead ask for so little Living lives now in their stead, Carrying forth their dreams In small steps, bit by bit Finding happiness They so hoped that we would find.
Endless legacies of love The shadows stretch and intertwine With lives they've never known And guide our steps In ways we don't even recognize
We might forget, but we can't unlive The time we shared.
The dead don't ask for much.
|
|