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I lost another brother this week. This poem is for John.
My Big Brother
with a personality larger than life.
Your big booming laugh and wild stories.
Your love of practical jokes
all played in good humor, not spite.
So daring, so bold,
So generous and kind.
The big brother every girl dreams of,
A brother to cherish and hold.
So many lessons learned,
You taught me to laugh, you taught me to love.
You treated me like a princess,
Protected and adored.
So many things shared,
So many things said.
but never enough
Elizabeth Melton Parsons
Deep in the Quiet Wood
by James Weldon Johnson
Are you bowed down in heart?
Do you but hear the clashing discords and the din of life?
Then come away, come to the peaceful wood,
Here bathe your soul in silence. Listen! Now,
From out the palpitating solitude
Do you not catch, yet faint, elusive strains?
They are above, around, within you, everywhere.
Silently listen! Clear, and still more clear, they come.
They bubble up in rippling notes, and swell in singing tones.
Now let your soul run the whole gamut of the wondrous scale
Until, responsive to the tonic chord,
It touches the diapason of God’s grand cathedral organ,
Filling earth for you with heavenly peace
And holy harmonies.
Photo by Elizabeth Melton Parsons
I don’t often reblog, but if you love tulips, you need to check out Cindy’s post. Beautiful!
Just in case anyone is still wondering, the name of the little flower in my last post is Nemophila maculata — Baby Blue Eyes, Five Spot. Thanks to my friend Deb Stevens for leading me to the answer.
Looking back at a little humor.
The Courting of Mary
I fell in love with a beautiful maid
and Mary was her name.
Never was there a more beautiful lass
that I have ever known.
I sent her pretty flowers
and a note with all my love.
I sent her lovely sweets
and sang beneath her window.
I asked her to be my bride
and come away with me.
My heart was nearly broken
when she married Freddie McGhee.