Present

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On the flyleaf
of my confirmation present:
'To Wendy with love
from Nanna. Psalm 98.'

I looked it up, eventually -
Cantate Domino
I knew the first two verses
and skimmed the rest.

Thirty-five years afterwards,
at evensong on Day 19
the choir sings Nanna's psalm.
At last, I pay attention

to the words she chose.
O sing unto the Lord
a new song. Nanna,
it is just what I wanted.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: mom
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 08 April 2015

Absolutely beautiful, Wendy. Nanna would be proud. Thanks for sharing. Peace

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Bob Lovett 07 November 2020

...an old Chinese proverb... A poem writes a picture... A picture paints a poem.....

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Beautiful line. Well written.

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Susan Williams 12 February 2016

It is odd, is it not, that when we need these kind of things- - that are like signposts directing us to another choice- they appear in our lives, standing there waiting to be noticed this time

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M Asim Nehal 12 February 2016

Wow, sweet memories are hard o erase.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 12 February 2016

Superb. A sweet memory lane revisited by the poetess. Thanks for sharing.

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