We Are Waiting

By Richard L. Provencher

Tue, 12 Mar 2013
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with a lure of family ties
and welcoming words from all

where tales and sly pussycats
await a scratching under furry-chins
children expecting tousled heads
older ones a hug --
grandma prefers cuddling

uncle Larry left us last week
a heart attack
brother Eldon’s in the hospital
jaundice they say
little Delilah pains a broken foot.

Come help us celebrate trials
and success with deer
vegetables -- lobster too
habits inherited from grandpa
and a promise. No sad eyes
will inhabit
our fun space tonight.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
Poem
Poetry - For All Reasons
Miscellaneous

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
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Submitted by coolibah on
Maybe you should keep children back..they' always see a bright side to everything? Like: No sad child will inhabit our/this eye space tonight? They're more there when gone than ever they were when there, huh? I've a brother dying from metastatic cancer (prostrate) atm, and this cuts me!

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Hello C, children also experience sad times, as I did in my early dysfunctional family days. I cried rivers from the ages of 5-12 after dad returned from WW 11, zonked out from the horrible two years with RCAF Command in the Battle of Britain. Speaking of health---my sister is also fighting for her life, and is doing well considering what she went through. Her surgeon is very pleased. Life is a blessing. Richard
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Submitted by denni1 on
'No sad eyes' .. that's a deal, shake shake Dx

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you denni1. When my grandpa died, we mourned in the morning and celebrated his life in the afternoon. Richard
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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Richard I am so sorry to hear about your sister, I really hope she pulls through and gets better. There can be such saddness in life as we get older, but to know we have loved ones that care, is such a great comfort and is what get's us through these times. Anyway as in your poem, I think we should celebrate the lives of those we love, even though we mourn their death too. Beautifully done. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you for your lovely comments, Jenny. I have had the humbling experience of 22 years in almost every facet of Social Service imaginable, all over Ontario, from Toronto to Winisk on Hudson Bay. In that time I witnessed the most awful and positive living circumstances---a mentally challenged ten year old boy locked up in a small barn, in Cochrane Ontario, to an older gentleman playing piano for me with his terribly deformed rheumatoid arthritic fingers, in Toronto. In life, every possible emotion is available to cling to. Yet there is a ray of sunshine in many circumstance. And, I do believe we have the humanity to properly delineate, good times and societal-scabs in our writing work. Cheers, from Richard
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Submitted by coolibah on
Losing a bother is tragic thing, but a sister? Personally, I declare war on everything that walks, crawls, or slithers, on this planet— rather than just my brothers doctor— if she were mine. But only the very naughty ones of each, of course. Keep your chin up, my friend, she'll be right.

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, Coolibah, for your kind comment on my youngest sister, Susan. Have you been writing for very long? Cheers, from Richard and Esther
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Submitted by denni1 on
How very inspirational .. good for the soul xx

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you, denni1. Richard
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Submitted by jolono on
Loved the last verse Richard full of hope and promise. Good luck with everything.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thanks, jolono. We must try to place one step forward at a time---not many of us walk backwards, eh? My sister still fighting strong, speaking a little, in great pain but what the heck, still alive. Thanks again for your prayers. Richard
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Submitted by coolibah on
Me, write, nahhhhh... I've a spasmodic scribbling disorder is all. Even went to see a few psychiatrists about it once... took my pet monkey with me too btw. But as they all started their philosophical inquiries with "So, what's your problem, mate", I knew I was cursed forever with this stigmata as they were all obviously some form of bilingual sycophants whereas I expected more monochromatic approaches from such– erm– experts sts. My monkey too got very restless and even tried to suicide by stuffing his head into empty jelly beans jars inside each of their posh offices.. and all I could do was sit back and burp after each harrowing experience. Now that's strange, as I too have a sister named Susan. But, moreso, how did your second reply get below my second same, which I wrote in response to your second reply only... which was just after my first and prior skinner_jennifer's before...I'm all dizzy now lol Deja Vou or what?

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Must be Deja Vu. Thank you for asking about my sister, Susan. She's fighting for her life in the hospital this very moment. All prayers for her are welcome. Richard
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