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The once and beautiful Margaret
I loved how she used to sit and watch,
with the cats on the deck,
the sun set over the valley on
midsummer nights, wearing her only gown

I remember the voices she talked in;
the way her eyes lit up as she
remembered the days long gone,
the days barely remembered.
I remember the days walking by
and dropping in
to see my wonderful Margaret

Fall never was the same without her
how she would dance in the yard
and throw leaves up in the air.
The way she would carve a dozen
pumpkins and place them just so
in her yard

Once when I was a young girl
I stood behind a tree and watched her
sing to the clouds in the sky and
talk to the birds in the trees
and sometimes slip and mention
his name

His name was the one word
she never spoke of
The one word she never thought of
except on those rare occasions when
young girls snoop behind trees to
watch the once and beautiful Margaret
fall to her knees and cry

I remember the winters and the cold
of the home where she lived.
How she wanted to warm the house up, but
she was alone and poor and had
only her cats to keep her company.
I sometimes would sneak a blanket for her
and she would smile at me
with that sparkle in her complexion

Those days are long gone and
I now sit here in her chair with the
few of her cats that are left. I tell them
stories of the once and beautiful Margaret
and I dance in the yard and I carve
pumpkins for her

Margaret. You were alone but you were
once loved from afar by a little girl who
thought you were the only one who
was free
to dance
and
sing
with the breeze



------
I'll say it loud here by your grave / those angels can't
ever take my place
somewhere where the the orchids grow / I can't find those church bells
that played when you died - 'Playboy Mommy', Tori Amos




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The following comments are for "The Once and Beautiful Margaret"
by Zebralicious

Very moving...
Zebralicious,

This was indeed very moving. I swear you made me tear up...Shhh don't tell I am suppose to be too cold hearted for that. I liked this it told a story, even if it was a very sad one. It told of life and how unfair it can be to those that survive it's hostilities. Wonderful and emotionally sad.

Later,
Dras

( Posted by: Drastine [Member] On: April 30, 2002 )

beautiful and haunting
Agreeing with Dras, this piece is beautifully moving, and haunting. I love the way it tells the story of this woman's life, in moments, and conveys so strongly also, the respect and affection the young girl had for 'Margaret'

You should be very proud of this piece, it flows well, it reads well, both to oneself, and aloud. The pacing is excellent, and although the third to last paragraph doesn't flow quite as well as the rest, it is no discredit to the piece at all.

My thanks for sharing.

Ju =*_*=

( Posted by: De`esse [Member] On: April 30, 2002 )





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