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snoop
Over 90 days ago
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Mother dabbled in poetry throughout her life, and I did not know the extent of her work...or really have an appreciation for it. Fortunately some of her work was not tossed out in the trash and I am able to now appreciate it and feel like I am on an "adventure of discovery" with it.
...I can "imagine" that she was inspired to write this while attending some civic meeting where she was separated from Dad during a meal function. Just my guess...??
RESCUE
I was alone in a crowded room
Like a ship-wrecked mariner, lost
Among islands of tables, full-laden;
Adrift on a sea of faces;
Storm-tossed upon waves of laughter
Unheard above the din of voices
Blended with the clatter of silver against china
And the tinkle of ice against crystal
Until from across the room
Your eyes found mine
And rescued me
Giving anchorage
In the haven of your smile.
G.Mc.A., 1908 - 1984
I sure felt a similar sentiment last evening as I was speaking at a meal function for a civic organization.
What she said...and she is an awesome friend as well!!