MDM -Spaniard

My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next

The days are passing; it's been so long, me amor.

I miss your long embrace and warm kisses--I need more.

My heart longs for your closeness and your treasured glances

saying more than words could express during moonlit dances.

During the long days, we play in the fields, he has your eyes.

He's full of energy--asking for Papa stories--running with ponies.

Remember--he thinks he is one of them, running wild and free.

He treasures the tiny clay pony you gave him when you left--left me.

I pray morning and night for your safe return, me amor.

Closing my eyes, caressing my little clay figure; I close my door.

My tears flood the night, Dreams of you end all to soon. I'm alone.

Me amor, is there time in a soldier's day for thoughts of home?

A general of Rome, commander of battles, living with death,

I can't imagine my tender, loving dearest forcing one's last breath!

A warrior you are, loyal subject of the Emperor, Defender of Rome,

I miss you dearest Maximus.............................please come home.

Someday you WILL return to me, the gods have determined our fate.

I'll wait for you in the golden fields beyond the old wooden gate.

The sun will shine eternally, our son will laugh, the ponies wildly run.

We will be together through eternity in the golden fields of Elysium.

(By Rayda Santrach)

Christmas has come

oh what fun

presents to give out

presents to come

lighted candles on the tree

oh what fun

oh what glee!

I can recall this poem like it was yesterday and no matter how much crucial information leaves my brain, this poem has stayed. I recall writing it for an english class at junior school. Poetry was not one of my strong points but obviously christmas played a big part in my childhood and had an impact on my ability to put words together. It may seem like a simple childlike rhyme to some but I can still feel the excitement and longing for a tree with candles dressed with gifts bursting to be stripped x

My ignorance has long died and the pagan worship of wood with the commercialised drama of Christmas has been observed however the warmth of the hearth and twinkling lights I am sure can melt anyones heart, cos it does mine every year x  

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