My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Transforming with Nature’s Wonders
This happened.
Through a haze of tears
And buzzing in my ears,
I heard the vicar’s voice
That told me to rejoice,
That you were like a dragonfly,
Your dazzling soul emerging when you died.
At home, I found an envelope from you,
Your handwriting – cursive, blue –
Reminded me that you were gone
And the circle of life would carry on.
I tore the flap to see what was inside:
The brooch you always wore – a dragonfly.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Beautiful, sweet little poem, a tear-jerker too
much love…
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Thankyou, Gillena 😊
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Such a nice Grandmother, Kim. Every time you wear that brooch or look at it in your jewelry box she will speak to you, kind words of love and encouragement.
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Save the note too. I have a few letters from Mom and from Dad that somehow I didn’t throw away. Now they have become precious to me.
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Oh my goodness…tears of amazement…this is such a beautiful and wonderful truth, Kim…Thank you, SO much for sharing this with us. ♥ Touched and honored.
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Thank you for reading, Hannah, and for your kind comments. 😊
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I love this so much – her spirit as a dragonfly,l and then her leaving her dragonfly for you. A message from the spirit world – your grandmothers love is with you always. This is very moving.
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I’m so pleased you like it! The vicar who wrote the eulogy was the son of my grandmother’s best friend who died some years before her – they lived in the same same old people’s complex – and he didn’t know anything about the brooch! I can still smell her lily of the valley scent sometimes and I still talk to her all these years later.
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This is so lovely Kim.. what a wonderful thing to get that dragonfly… and how the vicar could know about it…
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He didn’t!
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Even more amazing…
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Love when her dazzling spirit emerged — this poem is both sadness, dark – redemption, light — I can almost sing her wings still beating through the clouds. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you for reading!
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Beautiful, the poetry and precious story.
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🙂
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What a lovely poem, and what a beautiful pin to wear and hold close to your heart your grandmother’s love! There are days when I see dragonflies everywhere…in the pattern on a shirt, or a pin, or even a live one landing on a plant or branch nearby. Perhaps sent by a loved one to let us know we are not alone, there love is still with us. I would like to think that anyway.
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I still think of her after all these years.
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What a wonderful sign! And what a lovely telling.
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Thank you, Rosemary 🙂
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How you found that brooch and what it signifies for you is beautiful. 🙂
-HA
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These dragonflies are definitely messengers!
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😊
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This is so beautiful. I love dragonflies. They fill the air around my home.
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Thanks for reading, Susie!
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If this is true, it’s so sad but what a gift!
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I have the brooch right here on my desk.
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Sweet, tender, lovely… I love this poem. (I didn’t do this prompt but had to comment on yours)
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