Simone Rowland Marcel’s Perfectly Imperfect Saturday Morning 2
Simone Rowland Marcel’s Perfectly Imperfect Saturday Morning 1
After presenting my wife with a picture of her, Mom and Dad’s house, that I had an artist paint for her, and listening to the poem I wrote, ‚In this House, ‚ of their old home place, I stood proudly while my brother-in-law read the poem and 250 people sat with tears in their eyes and sobs in their tissues.
I walked into my niece’s house with a simple sheet of paper in my hand. She was preparing to attend her son’s funeral and sat crying by the window. I handed her the paper on which I had written the poem, ‚Hand-in-Hand.‘ She wiped her eyes and read it, then stood up and hugged me.
‚That is so beautiful Uncle Bob. How did you know, ‚Lighthouses‘ were his favorite collection hobby?
I had printed the poem on a paper, with a beautiful, faded lighthouse in the background.
Poetry expresses what the spoken word sometimes can’t!
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