A Whisper In The Venturesome Pilgrimage Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Whisper In The Venturesome Pilgrimage
I remember my golden school days.
An attractive girl and her toothy smile.
She gets angry sometimes
When I ask her what toothpaste she prefers.
Perhaps the time brings us to a standstill?
And I became a pupil in the life-school.
She looks after her children with all the burdens.
We met accidentally on a rainy day.
'Hey! You look like a whizz-kid.'
She told me with that toothy smile.
'Thank you Blossom' I replied.
'You still remember my name.'
'How can I forget a fragrant flower? '
'How are your wife and family? '
'I don't have that sort.'
'Still a bachelor? '
'Yes Madam.'
'I am a widow.' She whispered.
Then I felt like the whole world collapsed on me!
I love your friend and her toothy smile and your way of using her story to get your message across. This is a warm tribute to all widows, and especially those widowed in war. It was also engaging to read. Bless you. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx
Another interesting story told in your own unique style. Cheers for your rich imagination. Best wushes, Sandra
Just ask her about the tooth paste she uses again, that will get rid of her.
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4/18/2024 1:23:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Being able to see people beyond their out-side appearence, this is a very wise notion Love duncan X