Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

The Three Of Us - Poem by Alison Cassidy

I lay awake last night -
belly in a tight knot.
You were on the couch
under the mohair
holding stiffly to your fierce rage.

This morning you were quiet
and calm
as you demanded
the ultimatum
neither of us wanted.

And later
Mark sat between us.
Mark, your firstborn
with his red hair
and his gentle gaze
and his diffident manner.

And little by little,
the mist began to lift
and we resolved
to try again...


Comments about The Three Of Us by Alison Cassidy

  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (4/5/2008 7:02:00 PM)

    a very anticipating writes.................and so touching..........i'm gasping for more......... (Report)Reply

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  • (4/10/2007 12:18:00 PM)

    Brilliantly put forward, you placed the reader, right there, at the scene,
    Amazing heart-felt work by you again Alison
    All the best
    Love duncan X
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  • (3/24/2007 7:33:00 AM)

    Love comes in many forms and manners... God bless the child, then. Love and hope live. Esther xx (Report)Reply

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  • Brian Dorn (3/23/2007 10:42:00 PM)

    Good write, Alison... very real, everyday life stuff. Nicely done!
    Brian
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  • Linda Ori (3/18/2007 2:34:00 AM)

    Sometimes it takes a child to become the parent. When anger rules, we often become ignorant children, unable to see through our hurt. It's encouraging to know at times like this that we have done our jobs as parents and raised responsible and understanding children. We're not total failures, after all. Heartfelt and touching piece, Alliel
    Much love.....
    Linda
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  • (3/17/2007 4:50:00 PM)

    Truly tearjerking stuff Allie. Jaysus you draw this picture so effectively that we can feel the hurt and understand the dilemma, and the role played by the very significant third party. Sorrowful situation, but very glad to read it's going the right way! ! Brilliant writing. xx ji (Report)Reply

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  • (3/14/2007 9:36:00 AM)

    How accurate and insightful that first stanza is, with the oh! so true description of Anger, and how we hold on to it, but it tears us up inside. This is truthful to the point of pain, but I am glad that your red-headed Mark was there to help. I have a red head as well in my family, and she is my constant level. She is very good at reading people, and level headed as well. Thank goodness for red-heads! Scarlett (Report)Reply

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  • (3/13/2007 6:13:00 AM)

    Conflict. Dissonance. Famiily. Compromise. Renewal. Release.
    Nailed firmly to the mast of excellence with this wonderful work.
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  • (3/12/2007 2:43:00 PM)

    What a touching, genuine write. Ten for all three of you. May your gifted pen be
    blessed, Alison.

    Love,

    Sandra
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  • (3/12/2007 1:18:00 PM)

    Dear Allie.......
    thankyou for this poem of the joy of healing and perseverance......and thankyou, Mark, for being a gentle and wise man who sees the beauty and kindly helps to bring two wonderful souls to a place of peace......what gifts the three of you hold and share......treasures all........dancing in the light of a new day....


    Love, D.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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  • (3/12/2007 3:10:00 AM)

    I have enormous admiration for a gentleman who can be objective in relation to the behaviour of his father towards his father's loved one. Long may the calm last until the next storm. From you AAA, only sunshine pours from your wonderful heart. t x (Report)Reply

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  • (3/12/2007 2:21:00 AM)

    ...right isn't always right, wrong isn't always wrong, and there's no such thing as perfection. We just have to do the best we can. Thanks for pointing that out carrot-top first born. (Report)Reply

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  • (3/12/2007 1:51:00 AM)

    An open and honest poem, Allie, about the trials and tribulations of two people deeply in love. I could feel that atmosphere, that parting of the physical but the strong pull of the heart. Thank you for sharing what could be applied to many of us, too......

    Love, Fran xxx
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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 1, 2011


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