On this day
I am faced
with a barrage
of questions …
Who is that in the mirror?
How can it be?
How did I get here?
Is the little girl a woman now??
I was in a dream
dressed in white
long dark hair
on top of my head
I wore a veil
the scent of flowers
wafted in the breeze
***
A man was there
looked into my eyes
his smile took my fears away
our hands
were joined
***
I turn from the girl
face the man
We say
“I do”
**
My questions are answered
The girl is no more
the woman is held close
in the arms of the man
she loves.
****
I hope you enjoy the photography of my friend Florin. Go to his website to see is gallery
http://florindesign.com/index.html
Yes it’s another day to celebrate great poetry at One Shot Wednesday. Please come join in the fun.
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This is very precious! Always something beautiful in the lovers’ hearts that makes the soul feel a sense of forever. Lovely marriage of the minds Leslie…..and that smile that wishes for the characters a long, long….forever lasting love. 🙂
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That was beautiful Leslie, I loved “The girl is no more, the woman is held close in the arms of the man she loves. So many promised on that day and wonderful when happiness and love remains. Loved it xx Great One Shot!!
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very nice dear xx
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this is just so romantic and so beautiful
what i loved most was….we say “i do”
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I got home from work yesterday afotnreon and mowed the lawn and blew leaves before the rain came today. After I mowed my lawn, I went next door to my neighbors house and mowed his lawn and blew the leaves off his property. I slipped a pay it forward card under his door mat when I was finished. He came over and thanked me for what I\’d done, and also asked me about pay it forward. I often do things for other people, but yesterday it felt a little different because it gave me the opportunity to tell him about paying it forward; also in hopes that it would have a chain reaction and many lives would be effected by such a positive and simple notion of paying it forward .
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I had a rather hard time chnsoiog just one type of physician I would want to work for. So many of them fascinate me, and with me not really going into any medical field other than support, I never gave this any thought in the past. After reading the list, I am more favorable of working for a neonatologist. It is difficult to think about how neonatologist physicians sometimes have the most difficult job in the world, but I can only imagine how amazing it would be to be a part of saving a baby’s life. I had a coworker once whose baby was born at 36 weeks, and her baby had a lot of heart and lung problems. There were concerns about whether or not they would ever fully develop once she had him, but after many months in the NICU, and many scares that happened during it, the doctors were able to save him and he is now a very healthy 5 year old. It is because of that I have a higher interest in the neonatologist field.I hate to say which type of physician I would care less to work for, and it is because I worry that many will take it the wrong way. When I was 16, I used to help my mom at an assisted living home as a caregiver. We would get to work at 7:00 A.M. every morning to prepare breakfast for four of the elderly men and women that we were caring for. We would then make sure that all bedding was changed, rooms were cleaned, meals were prepared, and appointments were handled. We worked 12 hour days, and they were always grueling. The owner of the home made sure that everyone had their medicine and made it to their doctor appointments on time. However, she was more worried about getting paid for her services than actually helping the elderly. She would yell at them if they did something wrong, and even call them terrible names. My mom reported her and we both quit our job, but it has always left a sting in my heart since then. It is because of my experience with that situation that I do not think I could ever work for a gerontologist. I know that the situations would be much different, but ever since my experience with caring for elderly individuals it is very hard for me to think about assisting a physician in geriatrics because I worry that someone else might treat the elderly in the same way the owner of the home did. I am a firm believer that the elderly deserve the ultimate care and comfort when going through any treatment and aging in general, but I do not think I could ever work in that environment again.
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Nice one shot…Makes me wish I could find that special someone… Until then I have words. Bisous, Love and Light, Sender
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The transition is so innocently abrupt isn’t it? Probably because there is no possible way we could ever really know exactly what it is we are getting ourselves into…
I liked the movement from girl to woman. – well done
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It’s true isn’t it. Right of passage can be abrupt
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a poetic rite of passage from being a girl to a woman…all through the mirror. how much we can reflect if we truly look
This is a beautiful poem
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pretty self explanatory rite of passage
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Lovely words. Excellent.
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Okay, that first pic looks a little like someone I know and it’s freaking me out a little. lol “I wore a veil / the scent of flowers / wafted in the breeze” Nice sound to all the lines; those especially. That second picture is amazing, even the way the tree frames the right part of it. Thanks for hosting, Moon. You rock!
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Well I know she lives in Ukraine – does that help
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Oh Wow! How beautiful!
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I like the coming of age theme…when does it happen? Is there a moment any of us can point to? Now I have to ponder that for a while!
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a fantastic start to One Shot..how that took my mind back..the day i married is still up their as one of the best days of my life…great poem too…cheers pete
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You really captured the passing of time very well, excellent post
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You capture nicely that “turning” when we leave a life before entirely and accept a new one without even realizing entirely what it means. We only know we are following our hearts into another reality. Thanks. Gay
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Thanks for taking the time to post. It’s lifted the level of debate
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There will always be a little of the girl inside.
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I agree KB – good thing it keeps the dreams alive
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ohh Moon..this one is so sweet..true,and yes that girl who once was is a beautiful woman now,only crowned with love in the arms of her beloved one. time moves on,we make it worth with love and smiles..AMAZING one stop..:)
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that little girl from your poem in a few years
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What a sweet poem…I totally loved it.
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So glad you are back!!!!
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lovely romantic one shot …may the moon always shine upon you…bkm
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Thanks that’s sweet I hope soooo
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I also like the comming of age theme that you presented in this poem…it was quite sweet.
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I loved the reflective look in the bride’s countenance “wonder what she’s thinking?”
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Very touching.
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Always encouraging thanks MM
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Few words and yet they move so much within me. Your opening lines, that recognition and yet slight disbelief of ‘Where did time go?” Your poems are always a joy to read! xoxo
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And time continues…now when I look in the mirror that little girl is long gone, and I think I see my mother!
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What a true to life poem. We’ve all wondered where the years have flown (some have lost a few more years than others), and you do a great job of capturing this. The pictures are perfect!
Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2010/09/07/bling/
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Hey there girl!
(Or should I say woman?)
Nice work. I really liked the feel. I would definitely keep the girl and don’t lose her, but I think the first stanza needs some work. However, the poem really picked up after that.
Well done.
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Thanks Joshua – felt that when I put it together – tightened that up a bit
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MDW….
You are such a treasure.
Beautifully written as only you can do!
Thanks….:-)
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Thanks (that’s kind) G glad you enjoyed
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I love the last stanza. So beautiful!
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I like how you weave the words and the images. And the whole idea of time shifting. Nice one, Lesley.
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This was lovely, Leslie. Soft and with a beautiful flow. And your friend’s photography is wonderful.
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thanks my sweet friend
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“Who is that in the mirror”, one question
such spider webs it sends through my mind
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Oooo thats a little creepy
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Oh sweet moon so touched how she moved from her self assessment of being just a girl to a woman who was in a marriage or stable relationship in his sweet arms. Fantastic words and so beautiful as was your image suited the poem. Thanks for sharing with oneshot too~ 🙂
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Thanks for enjoying
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I enjoyed the poem, although I have to say, you might want to watch for passive verbs. Writing more fiction and less poetry these days, I flinch a little at “is held close”.
Otherwise, good one shot.
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well this isn’t a novel
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Who is that in the mirror?
now there is a question iv asked myself a time or two in the past
nicely written and covered the question so well
really enjoyed the read ty
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I guess if the mirror answers then we need to wonder
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Thanks, Jonathan! Being the newest addioitn to Paranormal Musings , this blog provided a great introduction the tribe. Looks like we are a good and varied mix within the speculative fiction genre.
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we hebben niet met 1-6 maar met 1-8 vonrerelen dat pakken we hun dan terug, als wuij dan weer tegen hun moeten spellenwij uit tegen hun thuis. Daar kunnen wij er op gaan vertrouwen op dat momment,dat zou gert en lia ook zeggen gr van stefan
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My wife and I have been very blessed in our lives. We have also lived thogurh very tight times ( I. E., blood donations.) We have always felt the love if others. Many times, we picked up the bill for another at a resturant. Other times we paid for another’s groceries. Another time we put together a baby shower for a lady we never met who left an abusive home. Instead of money, we gave a man in the rain a sleeping bag, a coat, and accessories along with a gift card for a meal at Denny’s. When my wife ad I ran into financial issues, we were blessed by people who remained anonymous with a $500 gift card twice. We always asked why. We had a very hard time accepting. Why us? LovePay it forward It will come back when needed
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simple and very nice like it
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simple is good – thanks Ibrahim
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Nice summary of the transition from girl to woman. Certainly there are a lot of intermediate steps in our journeys, but sometimes the trip seems impossible brief.
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I would have to agree the time is brief
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I did. The grandchildren came to visit, and so did some of my frdneis, and my offspring sent me a $50 gift certificate for Amazon. So I was well taken care of. Should I admit that I spent the gift certificate finishing my collection of Buffy and buying one season of Angel? I never watch TV shows while they are on; I wait till they are off and somebody insists on showing me the DVDs of one season, and then I decide whether I want to buy the whole thing. That way I don’t get caught up in such a way that I get hysterical if I don’t get home in time to see my TV show, as a certain man who lives not very far away from me like ten feet used to do until I promised I would buy him all the seasons of The Closer! He now has them.Anne
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Furrealz? That’s marvelously good to know.
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That really captures the spirit of it. Thanks for posting.
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Once I started reading this……I kept reading and found myself sucked right on in…..Love the pic, as well….. Nice post!
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awww Thanks Sara – I love the pic
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Lovely poem and picture, Moon-Girl. It happens so quickly, doesn’t it? I have a picture of myself in a strapless prom dress, leaning in to a mirror to powder my nose. I look at that young girl and wonder, who the hell is that?
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it goes too quickly doesn’t it -ha
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Each turn a road we won’t go down or visit again…Thanks for dropping by. My poem is here. Hope your week goes well.
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The write and pic compliments one another…very nice
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Oooohhh… this was neat!! How we change (at least outwardly)!
And then, so do our dreams and thoughts… growing with us, sometime shrinking..But always changing.. the crux remains the same nonetheless.
Lovely images, and a very warm poem… I could totally relate to it myself… Nicely played, Moon!
Bravo!
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I feel that way quite often. Beautifully written.
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Beautiful poem. How time does fly so quickly. I loved how the future woman looks back upon the little girls life.
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A perfect answer to her questions. Well said. Thanks for sharing. 🙂 heartspell
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glad you are back
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Very sweetly done. I read it, fearing a sharp, painful punchline at the end, but was delighted in finding none. Marriage is like that, yes. Transitions seem to complete before we realize they have begun.
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thanks Bill – no this one I wrote straight – It was a beautiful day for this couple
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that he was a good boy. But how much can the system do in a case like this? They can’t lock up 10-year-olds for what they haven’t yet done.It seems psibosle that Mary Winkler really did seem normal and stable to her neighbors. Sure, she looks like a wild woman now, but who wouldn’t in her situation, even someone falsely accused? Either way, I believe in the libertarian principle of minding your own business and not peering into other people’s houses. If anyone could have seen this coming, it would have been Matthew Winkler himself. Yet he may have been careless or unsuspecting enough to leave his gun within her reach. If he was that casual about it, then you can’t expect the neighbors to have done a whole lot here either.DRJ: The guy in Missouri was . I agree that he was a horrible man, but I think that Skidmore, Missouri could have done better than a mob lynching. Is it just an effete liberal precept that two wrongs don’t make a right? They shot him in the back even though he had just been convicted and was only out on a three-week appeal. Why couldn’t they wait three weeks? Why couldn’t they reform the county courts, if justice was not served, instead of taking the law into their own hands? I don’t think that street justice makes America a better place any more than it makes Iraq a better place.On the other hand, I certainly agree with you about Greg Knighten, the thug teenager in Midlothian, TX. He had trouble written all over him, yet his policeman father let him take his service revolver out of the house. Of all people, an officer of the law should understand how important it is to keep guns out of the hands of trouble-minded teenagers, especially their own guns and their own children! Helen’s usual take on these cases is that Greg Knighten should have been counseled much more and much sooner. I do not disagree with that, but I think that if Knighten Sr. did not secure his service revolver, then he hadn’t yet taken even the first precaution.
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