Above Drawings: by Kerri Costello, my niece, who lives near Philadelphia (Bensalem)
Today’s poem, first appeared on my blog site in July 2017, however I’m not sure when I wrote the original piece….. I know the words where written during Easter “Once Upon Time”….. maybe 7 years ago ?
As Life Went By
You’re like an infant of mine, a distant cloud in the sky
Always ever present, not able to cry
You’re like a teen of mine, who somehow learnt to fly
Always gliding high, and passing her by
You’re like a child of mine, I lost on Good Friday
Always ever present, not able to cry
You’re like an ex-girl of mine, her first words were a lie
Always chasing the answer, by using her thighs
You’re like a friend of mine, who left on Good Friday
Always ever present, not able to cry
You’re like a lady of mine, her only instinct was to try
Always seeking final peace, as life went by
Ivor Steven (c) April 2020

What a creative gene pool you share )
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Thank you Beth,
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A perfect quartet, Ivor…your photo, your amazing poem, Kerri’s drawings, and Mr. Cohen! You and Kerri are both so artistically talented and your hearts touch our hearts! Thank you! 🙂
(((HUGS))) and ❤ 🙂
PS…Mr. Cohen continues to touch our hearts and souls.
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Mr Cohen, is my musical companion over Easter…..
Kerri’s talent, despite her disabilities, amazes me… 😂
The photo is from my walk yesterday, the sun with distant clouds rolling by…..
My poem is a very emotional piece, my first Easter without Carole….. 💜💙🌏
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AW. 😦 Those firsts are so difficult. 😦
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I suppose that is why my poem had so many jumbled thoughts… 🤔😅
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You know it’s good to get those thoughts out and “on paper”.
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Yes, it was good to read them again, look back,.. and then comprehend, how much I’ve moved forward, but also understanding how much Carole has influenced my appreciation of life, and the feelings I have for my surroundings 💙🌏💙🌏
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Another one that has pierced my heart…”always ever present, not able to cry”… I hope this Easter brings many more blessings to your tender heart.
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They were emotional and traumatic times for me back then..💜💙🌏
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Yes, I can feel it in your words…sending you a socially distant hug!
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Thank you Irma, it’s a good day for hug 🤗☺️
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This is absolutely beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you Sue, a special from those traumatic and emotional times back then….
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This ‘feels’ like a jumble of emotions Ivor. Strong emotions.
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Yes, very jumbled, I think it was my 1st Easter without Carole….. and the poem a vivid dream from that weekend… nearly 8 years on now… and emotions are high at Easter again ….with this “virus”
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Well worth your revisiting, Ivor
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Belated Happy Easter Sunday.poem is most sweet.
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Thank you Aruna… actually the poem just got published in Germany…on a website platform in Mainz… I’m writing an article about my poem landing in Germany now … I’ll probably post it tomorrow….
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I am waiting for that🌷
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That’s lovely Ivor! ❤ ❤
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