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Date Posted: 18:32:58 09/13/01 Thu
Author: Peggy
Author Host/IP: 206.97.65.94
Subject: "I Remember"





http://members.boardhost.com/PeggyMeeks-King/

I was going to ask people here to sign my
guestbook make it a i love america guestbook
to make a statement that we are strong
as poets like poets that stand by
America guestbook
and what happened tuesday sept the 11,2001
in New York City will only make the American
people stronger.
i had thought about it all day not able to get
back on my computer
but i see only one person jean has
even read this or commented, so i guess
that is a waste of time - it was only
a thought anyway, i feel helpless
in the last few days,
I thought it would be nice,,,,,
my guestbook is viewed alot and read alot.
anyway it was just a thought nothing more.



"I remember"
I remember a time when I was told of stories of WWII
when my uncle was a P.O.W in that war
it all seems so far away by time it was over by the time
i had heard it and it was over there some place
i had never been to or seen and I was only a little girl
these things i was told were almost to big to fit inside
my head.

I remember tales of the deathcamps and of the iron wall/
curtain
and of places where people were not free to come and go
as they pleased.
Of my uncle, my mom's brother and how he came back skinny and sick and pale
and how he had been treated very badly by the men who
held him captive/a POW in their land.
And how as days went by he never talked about it
anymore
and wore his POW jacket with great pride and the look
in his eyes.

I wrote an essay from all this pain and fear a few years ago
and i think this is a good time to post it again
its about WWII and other things that make you think
it mostly came about from the fear i felt as a child
i feel that fear again mixed with the need to be sad
and to be mad at the person or people who attacked
the beloved USA 9/11/1

I was touched by the tales of WWII the reason for the birth
of my essay but i was also removed from it by time
and by miles but now as of the 9th of September ,2001
i am not only close to it in miles and time but also
in the sorrow my country my country
I weep




"An Interlude Of Life"
As I walked down the streets of life I've met many people and seen many sights. The place I call my home is the Earth with its Moon, Sun and Stars to wonder at, with eclipses that can make a noon's day sky seem like dusk. Many phenomenons happen on this Earth that many of us for the most part are unaware of. Black butterflies, under a white cloud, beneath a blue sky. Many things we are aware of and wish would disappear: war, hate, hunger, fear, broken hearts and death. But with life's joys also comes it pains, an interlude of sorts; life is a stage and we are all players in the play of life.

What I remember the most as a child was the stories of death. My Grandmother told me the stories of her life. These tales I never forgot because they were carved on my heart like stone. When my Grandmother was a child, they said she would never live to be a young woman. As a child she was weak and sick most of the time. But like a small tree that is weak in the storm endures, my Grandmother also endured the storms of life. Many tears, tears of joy, sadness, disappointment, pain and loneliness. My Grandmother's second child, Ruth, died at the age of three from diphtheria. Her beloved husband, David, died of a hole in the heart caused by rheumatic fever, leaving her with five small children. In my Grandmother's yard there was only one kind of flower, it was Lily of the Valley, a low plant with a spike of flowers. As a small child, I can remember looking out the windows at lightning when it was storming; my Grandmother would say, "Don't do that," and I would wonder why because I liked to watch it storm. In my Grandmother's closet were many pictures; among them were funeral pictures. I remember seeing the pictures at a young age and thinking, "what is death?" then I would get a very sad feeling and cry. My Grandmother told me tales of war; in W.W. II she had three stars in her window, not heavenly stars, but these were earthly stars caused by war. One son was in Egypt, one son was in the Army, and one son was on a ship on the ocean where he saw the rainbow's edge. Three stars in her window to stand for each son in the war. When the war was over only two sons returned; one was a POW. My Grandmother told me that she thought she would never see that son again. After two years she saw him again. But like time, all things pass, even war. My Grandmother also told me tales of the old country, of the Iron Curtain and of the holocaust when people were burned in ovens. She told me about angels and that the most powerful thing upon this earth was the written word because it can change many things: injustice, ignorance and even war.

Also, the most unbreakable thing we possess is our human spirit. I learned from my Grandmother that life is not fair and that life is always uncertain. I thought of my Grandmother, Delphi Nichols, when the Iron Curtain came falling down twenty years after her death. For all of life's dark sides, in the spring a flower will bloom and all is almost forgotten.

An essay about life – by Peggy J. Meeks-King
I wrote this in college

the note above is a note to the poets at saltydreams
just this evening and jean is the only one who read my
"I Remember"


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