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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358338" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reminiscence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A rose reminiscent of my father's garden<br>I found growing by a pathway outside my home- as well as<br>Another just lying upon the sidewalk-<br>I collected them and brought them home and<br>Placed them in a vase my mother always loved.<br>My mother and father always loved the springtime and<br>On this rainy Saturday afternoon, <br>I find it hard to believe they have been gone for twenty years.<br>My mother's spirit was as delicate as the petals on these roses-<br>My father's, as strong as their thorny stems that upheld them and<br>My own spirit, by them, always misunderstood.<br>Flowers are blossoming everywhere-<br>Daffodils and wild violets growing every place I look and<br>Cherry blossoms and dogwood seemly decorating the trees-<br>Bring back the fonder memories of my mother and my father-while<br>The rain and the sky so gray and overcast<br>Bring back memories of the sadness of being misunderstood.<br>It has been nearly forty years that <br>I had made my own special world in which to live and<br>In this world flowers grew not only just in the springtime months-<br>But all year around and in every place.<br>The real world was then, to me, a place I never lived in or comprehended, and<br>As long as I kept my mind alive inside the world of my imagination-<br>At that time, I believed that I had not a thing to fear.<br>Roses reminiscent of my father's garden, <br>Placed in the vase my mother so loved- <br>Upon this rainy Saturday day in March, evokes a few tears in my eyes and<br>Just for the moment I think of the laughter and good times we had together-<br>These thoughts are interrupted by memories of all of the anger, sadness, <br>Mistrust and disbelief that now overshadow memories of <br>These few pleasurable moments we not so often shared, and<br>I take these roses from the vase that sits alone upon the table, <br>Open my picture window and throw them to the rain, and <br>As my tears cease to fall and dry away- I say goodbye to all unhappy memories-and<br>As thoughts of my self-made world disappear, <br>I am thankful that I have a life in this world here alive, and while <br>I watch the rose petals flutter about in a gentle spring like breeze-<br>I leave thoughts of discontented past times behind me and<br>I realize that I have just been set free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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I found growing by a pathway outside my home- as well as
Another just lying upon the sidewalk-
I collected them and brought them home and
Placed them in a vase my mother always loved.
My mother and father a..."></div>
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