tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423342852830219020.post5143965522396932970..comments2023-09-28T02:56:29.581-07:00Comments on ateliercolore: I hope the earth remembers him, as i do.......Martinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03593178938894953865noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423342852830219020.post-50889579613619865272017-02-24T08:01:44.269-08:002017-02-24T08:01:44.269-08:00lovelovejudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01514075228644109700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423342852830219020.post-12454180504519031752017-02-03T02:24:33.789-08:002017-02-03T02:24:33.789-08:00o lieve lieve Martine
wat een prachtig gedicht voo...o lieve lieve Martine<br />wat een prachtig gedicht voor jouw prachtige zoon<br />lieverd, ik kan me er geen voorstelling van maken hoeveel pijn jij hebt<br />je bent zo mooi maar soms voel ik je binneste schreeuwen van paniek<br />ik hou van jeYvettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12138424562030321140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423342852830219020.post-64886039167355241942017-01-31T04:08:26.728-08:002017-01-31T04:08:26.728-08:00Lieve Martine,
een wens diep uit het hart,voor je ...Lieve Martine,<br />een wens diep uit het hart,voor je lieve zoon.<br />Mooie woorden ter nagedachtenis,van Mary Oliver.<br />veel liefs en sterkte.<br />Christiene.christienehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15567818906591999014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423342852830219020.post-44419445216420527762017-01-30T13:43:33.234-08:002017-01-30T13:43:33.234-08:00Thank you Marti, your words comfort me...............Thank you Marti, your words comfort me.............Martinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03593178938894953865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423342852830219020.post-50694470272122488892017-01-30T07:39:29.830-08:002017-01-30T07:39:29.830-08:00Yes the earth remembers your David Martine: just l...Yes the earth remembers your David Martine: just like the space in our hearts that holds memory and love, the earth knows his footprint, his soul print that never leaves, a memory of essence that lingers for those who knew him, loved him. I have never lost a child but I did lose my parents when I was in my 30's. My father was my touchstone, I was closer to him and after all of this time, there are those moments, especially when I am out among the trees, the hills (he was a shepherd in Spain and for a time was also a shepherd here in America) when I feel his soul print- when he walks beside me, in memory, in heart, in essence and I am comforted.Martihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01305881181604750937noreply@blogger.com