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In Memory of Mom and Dad

by June Nazarian
copyright 02-21-2008

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I climbed the steep stairs to the attic above
In a dusty old box were their letters of love
On crumbling paper untouched for so long
My heart skipped a beat as I read their sweet song

"My wonderful Rose, the best flower of all
Fresher than spring and more vibrant than fall
I miss your green eyes and your beautiful smile
Your cute bashful ways and your "it girl" style."

"Oh Raymond my darling I hope you can see
Your gentle, kind nature is perfect for me
When they first introduced us I turned crimson red
There was nothing about you that didn't turn my head."

I devoured the box from letter to last
Their most private moments from times long past
Pure innocent charity shone through each line
I'm ever so grateful these parents were mine

Dear Mom, dear Dad, there's a tear in my eye
You've taught me how life makes you laugh and then cry
But cry I will not for your lesson to me
Is that joy follows sorrow eternally

A/N: Today is the first anniversary of my mother's passing, my father a few years ago. I miss them.

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        10-20-2009     Mae Futter Stein        

That poem was one of the nicest poems I have ever read. I do say and mean what I said. Great Job. Every word touched my heart. You have so much love for your parents and family. If only they could read your poem to them, which I'm sure they are looking down and are very proud of you this moment. Mae

        10-20-2009     Cynthia Baello        

A beautiful poem that gives us a sneak into the past of the intimate love your parents had. Those were the times when handwritten love letters were treasures that won the ladies' hearts, words of love so carefully chosen and expressed in sincere warmth, words that bless us now in this poem. How randomly our memories come back to us, when we chance upon these memorabilia, an old photograph (brown or black & white), a yellowed card, or a pressed rose (from a high school prom corsage) and then with the recollection comes a deep sadness and longing. Your poem has succeeded so well in bringing these
back to life. We miss our lost loved ones and wish we could bring them back ..."Yesterday Once More" (Carpenters)

        10-14-2009     Christian Scott        

This poem is fantastic! It is absolutely creative genius to me how you used the depiction of you discovering these letters, leading the reader to believe that maybe you were re-reading letters that were written to you at some point. I like that way you describe how this affected you with grace. I hope to write so well one day! Great Job!

        10-13-2009     Frank Fields        

I just came back, once more, to thank you for sharing some of your life with us.

I think they must have been truly exceptional parents (and still are), and their gifts were passed into you.

Again, Richard is truly fortunate--as are you--to carry on with your traditions of love, respect, tolerance, and understanding.

Of all things, I believe.


Frank :)

        04-04-2008     Lauren Turner        

Your love for parents is very strong, and you put that down so nicely. Memories are very important aren't they? But we also have to remember that they want us to keep smiling now, and they never wnat us to be sad. As I said, keep writing!

        03-22-2008     Frank Fields        

Thank you for this! For letting us know that the the real meaning of love and life goes beyond the petty squalor in which we find ourselves, and our children, more and more mired, every day. Your writing offers proof that Universal Love and Goodness aren't generational pipe dreams. It also lets me, if none other, know that Richard is a very lucky man as you are both fortunate together.

        03-03-2008     Wayne Thomas        

What can I say? The meter bounces along something like a greeting card and lends some needed uplift to what could be a very depressing vwerse. I somehow admire people who can cry at the passing of a loved one. When my mother died a few years ago I couldn't find a tear to shed although I loved her very much. About all I could do was read Revelation 21:4,5 at the gravesight. Then I felt a tightening in my chest, but the tears wouldn't come. Strangely, I DID cry, copiously, when my kitty had to be put to sleep. Go figure.

        03-02-2008     Sarah Taylor        

i havent been to pnp for a while now and this is one of the first poems that I have read...I think I;m getting hooked again because this is awesome...I love this tribute!!!

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