Dream Maker

*I was here early morning..... greeting my friends..... then God led me to read a beautiful post by Ms. Debra El-Ramey...


Debra,
Thank you so much.... 
it has touched me in more ways than one...

and as much as my wish didn't come true, I'd like him to hear this...

___________________________________

Just before the day ends, I'd like you to know that....
_____

Here I was listening to an old familiar tune you used to play when we were kids...


Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see. 
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.


music by Henry Mancini, lyrics by Johnny Mercer
© 1961 Paramount Music Corporation, ASCAP



I remember how you used to get angry whenever we distract you by our noise while you were at the piano... 

I've always known you for your "quick temper"... 


I don't know why, but these past few weeks, you've been displaying your tender side...

 I forgot how it felt to be cuddled by you... 

melissa 

It seemed a long time ago... 

but somehow, reaching deep down there, 

I knew how it felt like to be loved by you...
_____

I forgive you.


Comments

  1. sulekkhaJune 19, 2011 at 10:24 PM

    Beautiful feelings stringed together with a sentimental thread, emotions are spilling out of your poem.Forgive and forget my friend, god bless.

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  2. SimranJune 19, 2011 at 10:31 PM

    Hmmm..You too recapturing memories, it's so pleasing :)Loved that cute tune and your cute childhood photo:)..Happy Fathers Day to your dad:)
    Take care

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  3. IrfanuddinJune 19, 2011 at 11:21 PM

    as i said the other day that its always gud n blissful for us to forgive n forget...

    and recapturing old memories is always like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense, but the past perfect!!!

    Best wishes,
    irfan.

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  4. fantasy in practicalityJune 20, 2011 at 1:15 AM

    i want to snuggle under your thoughts
    i want to cuddle in your lingering dots
    if i am not mistaken, it's all an
    innocuous dream, so i let down my thoughts
    to your flowing stream, i FORGIVE and FORGET
    i am a susceptible to the past, let future
    be an INVOLUNTARY BEAM.

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  5. N JJune 20, 2011 at 5:21 PM

    Maybe i should have visited this page a bit earlier. But i guess, everything happens for good. i like your page, your thoughts, and will explore it one by one. :)

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  6. UnknownJune 20, 2011 at 7:56 PM

    Woa! You're sooo cute when you were a baby! You played very nice. I want to learn!! =|

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  7. UnknownJune 20, 2011 at 8:00 PM

    I dunno if that's you but it really touched my heart. I suddenly remembered my dad. hha. =) Really nice post. =)

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  8. JIMJune 20, 2011 at 8:22 PM

    a beautiful baby and a beautiful posting.. It is so full of emotions a mixture of sadness and love.... Touching... you touched me.


    http://jpweddingphotograpy.blogspot.com/

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