“True love gives all”
True love gives all
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
An old and good memory. Our elders teach us how to live.
True love gives all.
Sixty five years together.
He stood by my grandmother with his hand in her hand.
His loving eyes never leaving her beautiful face.
He shopped daily at the Farmer Jacks and bought her treats she desired.
Just to see her smile and content.
.When he couldn’t drive at 91 year old.
He failed his driver test.
That broke his heart but like the depressions,
Wars and bad times he kept his positive attitude.
He raised me and my sister without one complains.
Us kids always had a place to come and rest.
He would give me solid advice and accepted my mistakes
With kind words of “It would be alright. Can I help you?”
I still can hear my Grandfather voice telling me.
“Think before you speak. Nothing good to say. Say nothing.”
He taught me true love give all.
I still can see my Grandfather all dressed up with my Grandmother next to him.
They gave to me and the family till their last breath.
When I came back from Iraq in 1991.
He took the whole family out.
He was so happy I was alive and well.
He told me “I lost too many to old wars.
I’m proud to see you standing tall on your own two feet.
He taught me to love and care for my family.
Today I feel his spirit and wisdom in my soul and heart.
I hear his voice when I speak.
True love gives all.
Coyote
Nov. 1998
I can still remember more than 20 years ago, my husband to be made only one demand (on his family) for our wedding; that his great grandfather be helped to attend. A few months later we went to visit great grandfather to tell him we were expecting our first child, the first person we told. Because for years he had told my husband he desperately wanted to see one more generation. Unfortunately he had deteriorated so quickly we weren’t even sure he understood. The next day after we had informed the parents my mother in law rushed to tell great grandfather and was delighted to find he knew and was very happy. He died just a week later, but at least he knew that his first great-great grandchild was on its way. Sorry about my length.
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I enjoyed your story. Our elders make us wise and stong. Love give us reasons to become the elders teaching the grandchildren. Life is okay.
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I love when you hear their voice in yours. It keeps them alive.
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I agree. Their words become our words.
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what comes from the heart enters the heart!
1)Honored to have my writing read by such a profound soul!Thank you!
2)As i read your writing /diary of NYC
I thought i should tell you about
Patti smith’s autobiography of her life in the city and chelsea years
“just kids”
she also published at least one book of poetry and a relatively new novel i need
to read too.
New York :the museum mile
Chelsea
stayed at the sivananda yoga center
there two christmases ago.
great place for very unusual people.
3)Paul Auster and i have a poet in N.Y by Lorca in a bilingual edition
yes.he inspired L.Cohen to write
“Vienna”
Peace,light and love!
thank you again for everything!
seagull B.
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Thank you for the information. Old New York city had history and so many ghost. A writer’s paradise.
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i used to live in Boston and visit friends in NYC, three days were enough, exhausting too! i think not all writers work the same way, some have both venues, cities and escape places, that is what i prefer.NYC can overwhelm the senses..but certainly inspiring. and it has its escape routes..
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I prefer Monterey, California. New York city. Would be a 90 days stay.
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