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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Magpie #34

Remember on windy nights
lights would flicker and go out
making rooms seem dark and bitter
Fathers would grumble
and root around
while Mothers would light candles
making a warm sight
Telling us stories til we fell asleep
knowing she was right
that there would always be light
in the morning.

30 comments:

  1. Beautifully written and just as I remember those nights....

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  2. What a lot of atmosphere in a few lines!

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  3. Mothers always make the coldest thing feel warm... Liked the mag a lot Kathew.... Let there be light :)

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  4. "there will always be light in the morning" - Nice Magpie. :-)

    My Magpie

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  5. true,
    you remind me of those times when I was young, my family used lamp...

    it is a great discovery to see that you share this experience.

    lovely magpie.

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  6. Very nice memories. Lovely Magpie.

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  7. Good response to the prompt...

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  8. there would always be light in the morning.. very nice ending to this! :) nice magpie!

    My Magpie

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  9. Anonymous10:04 AM

    I still live in the little house my father built. On the day I was born, we moved into the small cottage with no running water and an outhouse that is pictured on the banner of my blog.

    To this day, sixty years later, I know where every candle can be found for we still need them often.

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  10. Yes, I do remember. Only too well.

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  11. If fire had feelings: it would show its affection to the mothers who light them.

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  12. Oh, yes and there was! Nice piece!!

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  13. Yes, definitely remember...

    Well written words.

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  14. Yes, as Annie says..."the sun will come up 2morrow." And even if it's not sunshine, there will b daylight.

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  15. Beautiful job describing how all mother's should be.

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  16. this was timely as we had some outages last night...but we were all snug as bugs as it happened pretty late.

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  17. Lovely poem of memories...

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  18. Great piece of writing Kath, so full of hope.
    QMM

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  19. nice. i so remember those days...thanks for stirring the memories...nice magpie!

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  20. Oh, yes, I remember. We had a few such stormy nights when I was a kid. Wonderful!

    www.angiemuresan.com

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  21. Excellent post! Takes me back to a year ago, when there were storms every week it seemed, and the power would always go out for the entire street. Wonderfully written! =)

    -Weasel

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  22. Mothers know how to put our minds at ease... Great story in this poem!

    Rick

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  23. Those nights are indeed some of the most memorable. Lovely.

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  24. Kathe this is truly lovely! A wonderful and beautiful Magpie!
    :-)

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  25. Mother knows best! I love the way you did this: simple, but very effective. Thank you.

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  26. Yes, moms are like light lanterns. I miss mine so. :)

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  27. Nice take, Kath.Britain had power cuts in the 70's and the memory still remains with me. I recall my old gran wishing we had "old gas lamps" to see us through. And yes, the light always shines through.

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  28. Charming. Like this! :-0

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  29. I do remember those occassions both as a child and as the father.
    Warm and cozy by the wood stove mainly.
    rel

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