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    dots Submission Name: Ageless Beautydots
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    Author: CaramelCandy
    ASL Info:    37 Female NYC
    Elite Ratio:    6.07 - 118/144/57
    Words: 209
    Class/Type: Story/Friendship
    Total Views: 1292
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    Description:
       To Mrs. DelToro

    Author's Comments:
    "As I was walking with a friend, I came across a loving elderly lady named DelToro. We know her for years and she was overjoyed to see us. She grabbed my hand and we walked together down paved streets. I felt as if I were 5 years old again clinging to the hands of my mother. She is an extraordinary woman and an "Ageless Beauty" in my eyes. Thank you for reading and reviewing. Enjoy!"


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    dotsAgeless Beautydots
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    Trodding down paved streets
    a precious acquaintance I did meet.
    White golden hair; pallid skin-
    her gentle steps were restricted.

    Eyes twinkling as vibrant stars-
    overjoyed by the younger generation.
    Embraced hands between old and young;
    an inspiring conversation upon meeting sprung.

    "How do you feel today?"
    "Not so well. I'm old my dear."
    And with a concerned heart I said,
    "I'm sorry sweetie that you're ailing."

    "It's okay. Please don't get old, I pray."
    "You sure look good Mrs. DelToro today."
    "Thank you. I was once an ageless beauty."
    "Don't you mean you are an ageless beauty?"

    She simply smiled while holding my hand
    as she reflected on the past and present
    Mrs. DelToro begins to say,

    "Old age plagues me now;
    my body aches without remedy.
    Swollen legs hinder
    walking among God's creation."

    With an attentive heart I listened
    to this ageless beauty speak
    words of wisdom.

    "I believe in the power
    of fervent prayer,
    which permits me
    to live
    through pains and struggles.
    He sustains and keeps me upright.
    His manna of life flows
    through my veins in ageless beauty."

    6/4/05, Saby Rodriguez, All Rights Reserved







    Submitted on 2006-06-05 22:48:09     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      would an older person see their own beauty as aglesess beauty?
    but there seems to be something great, beautiful, and magical about the elderly right? I wonder if i will get it when i am old?
    | Posted on 2006-06-06 00:00:00 | by mimi | [ Reply to This ]
      I see that my daughter has beaten me to this one.
    Wisdom with age yet as they grow old they learn to pass on little tidbits of their youth and wisdom at just the right times.
    I myself have not reached those enchanted years yet. Though my daughters tend to make feel that way in one way or another they must understand that I have far to go as do they.

    I can never explain this write better than my daughter but I find a calmness in this as if the older lady had been waiting for you. It felt as if she had chanced the meet between the two.

    The passing of wisdom from one to another as if she is passing the torch and saying that she has ran a good race but it is time for you to carry on.

    This whole write reminds me of my grandmother.
    She was always telling us about the old days and letting us see into her mind as she told her stories. I forever miss her and her ageless beauty.

    Anyways, I liked this a lot

    Nicely done saby

    Respect and Admiration

    Clyde
    | Posted on 2006-06-14 00:00:00 | by Wisdom Seeker | [ Reply to This ]
      "Trodding down paved streets
    a precious acquaintance I did meet.
    White golden hair; pallid skin-
    her gentle steps were restricted"

    Once again, your intro has struck me down, wearing all senses and wanting more. I find brillancy in the irregular meter of your write. At first, the words seemed to flow smoothly and coordinately through the first three lines of the stanza. Yet, I find it great how the sense of wonderment and awe of meeting someone either one's met for the first time or one hasn't met since they could remember has been lost within one simple line and one simple word--"restricted." The rest of the words seem so powerless when limited within boundaries of just one word--great job on that.

    Yet, just as that seemed to draw my attention further into your write, it was the comparison of old and young that seem to be made, abstractly, but there.

    "Embraced hands between old and young;"

    Though it may be stated indirectly, I love the affect of this line. Perhaps it's because it ties to another verse within the poem.

    "With an attentive heart I listened
    to this ageless beauty speak
    words of wisdom."

    The young have much to learn from those who have experienced far many adventures than they could ever imagine. I always hear my father saying, "i did those things so you wouldn't have to" or something in that general sense. There's always a statement of "because I was a kid once, I know all the tricks in the book." Which, as much as I complain about, I respect becasue it is out of protection and love that my father says such things.

    As the for the older kids of the world, they find joy in what they once had sparkling in the eyes of a younger generation.
    To be honest, I do find beauty in the older and far wiser generations because they have seen things I could and will never be able to possibly imagine. They hold a world far from mine. The inventions they once had when little children is grand. I love listening to thier stories of when they were younger, thier first experiences, the troubles they went through with their parents. For me, its all apart of history; of my history, of thier history and everyone elses history.

    Yes; ageless beauty- - -
    both and mind and spirit.
    the body is only their as a shell to protect what time cannot touch.

    Great job on this one, it was really beautiful.
    -stacey M.-



    | Posted on 2006-06-09 00:00:00 | by idlewriter | [ Reply to This ]


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