WE WERE THERE IN THE MORNING

My middle daughter works on a beauty counter in the local Boots Chemist and she is a fine advertisement for the wares she sells because there's a great deal of it skilfully layered on her face! We met her there today and spoke of Dorothy's sad loss.

Hayley, from Facebook.

We were there in the morning

when the painted dolly smiled,

eyes honest like the daybreak,

remembrance of the child...

and we stood awhile and spoke then

of wonders and of life

and our hearts were penetrated,

by her sympathetic knife...

such is the hope and beauty

in the solemnity of years,

that sorrow can be gentled,

with the hopelessness of tears...

we learnt here in the morning

from the painted dolly's heart

that the many different seasons

are not a mile apart.

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Anthony W Allsop Feb 15, 2012, 10:11am UTC

Please take this off. I find it very upsetting. I shall be reporting this as potentially inappropriate. Gather is no place to be advertising Boots.

Peter Rogerson Feb 15, 2012, 10:14am UTC

Cripes! You saw through my thickly disguised attempt at getting free aspirin from the makers? Clever old you!

Anthony W Allsop Feb 15, 2012, 10:19am UTC

Oy! Have less of the old!

Peter Rogerson Feb 15, 2012, 10:59am UTC

Oops. Clever young you!

Miss Almond Feb 15, 2012, 2:54pm UTC

Once again, loving the maturity of taking the mickey out of a grieving 19 year old.

Peter Rogerson Feb 15, 2012, 3:38pm UTC

I fail to understand your motives. This is just a little poem recording a meeting between one of my daughters and your grandmother and me, and had absolutely nothing to do with taking the mickey out of anyone.

Anthony W Allsop Feb 15, 2012, 5:16pm UTC

Pot, kettle. What a beautiful word - M-A-T-U-R-I-T-Y.

Miss Almond Feb 15, 2012, 5:38pm UTC

Not to you Peter, this is obviously a heart felt poem for your daughter. It was to your friend Anthony about his snide remark. Not that anybody gives a toss about me, I am just a worthless teenager,that nobody except my Mother, Father, Brother and two Aunt's approve of because I am my Mothers daughter..

Peter Rogerson Feb 16, 2012, 4:34am UTC

My friend Anthony and I have our ways of being flippant, Karys. Nothing was meant by it. You understate yourself. You are not a worthless teenager but a beautiful young woman with a few piercings. And I feel we might be kindred spirits because, although I'm not pierced, I lost my own mother when I was a 19 year old worthless teenager, too. I would desperately have wanted someone to help with what I perceived as an injustice, but nobody came forth.

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Bernard C. Feb 15, 2012, 12:17pm UTC

An interesting poem - I liked the rhythm as well - nice photo too -:-)

Thanks for sharing and submitting to
The Surreal Circus.

Peter Rogerson Feb 15, 2012, 1:37pm UTC

That's Hayley - pinched from her Facebook album by a caring dad!!!

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Larry J. Feb 16, 2012, 2:12am UTC

How on earth did an old weasel like you have such a beautiful daughter? :) Oh, wait, Mrs. Dorothy's genes must have dominated. Your poem is spot on.

Peter Rogerson Feb 16, 2012, 4:24am UTC

I've only been with Dorothy for around five years, Larry, and I have two other equally sparkling daughters. And two sons who reckon they're hunks, too

Larry J. Feb 16, 2012, 6:26pm UTC

Well, if the others look anything like this one, they have all done you proud.

Peter Rogerson Feb 17, 2012, 3:06am UTC

The thing about genes is you can't even be proud of them because just as you've passed them on so have others donated them to you!

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Ruth G. Feb 16, 2012, 4:30am UTC

The seasons are not miles apart indeed. I have found that we all, ninety or nine just need to be loved and touched and needed. Your poem is beautiful.

Peter Rogerson Feb 16, 2012, 4:37am UTC

Thanks, Ruth. It's good to know that at least one friend has dug down to my intended meaning.

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Barbara Boden Feb 16, 2012, 10:41am UTC

Well Peter it reached me too, and made me shed a few tears of my own.
You really do have a beautiful daughter, hope she forgives you pinching her photo.

Peter Rogerson Feb 17, 2012, 3:05am UTC

So do I! But I reckon she will!.

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