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Joshua And Ruth (Free verse) by amanda_dcosta
There have been days when I don’t understand why I live and what I exist for. There are those days when things don’t turn right; everything seems topsy-turvy, and I get angry with myself and with everything around me. It’s these times I’m forced to look reality in the face, when I see the beautiful innocent faces of my two little cuddly huggable, kissable angels, I see promises in their little faces; in those beautiful eyes of love and know that there’s a hand at work inspiring me to say Yes, this hell is worth living now.

Up the ladder: The Widow Bird
Down the ladder: Her Mitts

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Weighted score: 5.1490035
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Posted: July 7, 2006 8:00 PM PDT; Last modified: July 7, 2006 8:00 PM PDT
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[8] Dovina @ 70.38.78.229 | 7-Jul-06/8:23 PM | Reply
I'm not sure why you call it Joshua and Ruth, unless they, too, had feelings like these. Probably they did. Anyway, it's these kinds of things that make the "hell," as you put it, worthwhile. But I think "hell" is too strong a word for the minor unhappinesses here.
[n/a] amanda_dcosta @ 202.164.141.93 > Dovina | 8-Jul-06/1:52 AM | Reply
Thanks Dovina,

I titled this poem 'Joshua and Ruth' because they are the inspiration behind this piece.

Maybe hell is a little too harsh to be refered to, but in life many times we come across situations where we actually break down and call our lives a living hell. At these times it would be helpful to be in the presence of little children, for they can be the utmost comfort when you need it most.

[8] Dovina @ 70.38.78.229 > amanda_dcosta | 8-Jul-06/1:04 PM | Reply
I kinda figured it was the smaller two, not the Biblical two. It's better to err on the side of dunce than snitch. As for the trials you describe as "hell," I know the word has been trivialized, but I have a high regard for words, especially strong words like "hell." it's ok to say "what the hell" in casual conversation, but to describe an experience as "hell" means it is pretty bad, terrible, like living in fire and not dying.
[9] ALChemy @ 209.23.202.76 | 8-Jul-06/2:45 AM | Reply
"Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of God."
Children will always remind us of what really matters.
[n/a] amanda_dcosta @ 202.164.141.93 > ALChemy | 8-Jul-06/10:07 AM | Reply
Thanks for the support Al.
[8] Dovina @ 70.38.78.229 > ALChemy | 8-Jul-06/1:08 PM | Reply
Yes, and let me add: they remind us that if diapers are not changed promptly, the house smells like a Stephen Robins poem.
[8] Ranger @ 86.140.66.240 | 10-Jul-06/12:25 AM | Reply
Not having children, I struggle to relate to this. And the last time I really spent any time surrounded by kids was in a pre-school while trying to research speech patterns. It was their end-of-year party, the sun was blazing down and they had been fed copious amounts of sugar. I can categorically assure you here and now that whatever hell you might be living through, it is nothing more than a little light purgatory in comparison with that day. Perhaps if 'children' were replaced with 'glam rock' or 'spaghetti westerns' it would have a more universal appeal...
Nicely written though.
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