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Anyone heard of a "Letter Intervention" ? Help for niece
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<blockquote data-quote="TerryJ2" data-source="post: 373338" data-attributes="member: 3419"><p>Well, apparently my sister called in the professionals and they agreed to this. I still have no idea whose idea it really was.</p><p>In the meantime, I wrote a poem for a reading I attended last night. The theme was, "What is good?" I wrote it in lieu of my intervention letter.</p><p>People were very supportive. One came up and told me I should mail it. The others said it was great but had no idea whether I should mail it. </p><p>Think, think, think, said Pooh Bear ...</p><p> </p><p><span style="color: #383b3e"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">C.</span></strong></span></p><p><em><span style="color: #383b3e"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">What is good?</span></strong></span></em></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Your ringing giggle, impossibly perfect complexion, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">silky vanilla-blonde hair drawn up in a black bow.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Your diminutive gymnast figure, delicate fingers,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">butterfly waist, swan neck. Your artistry, beyond your </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">years even when you were five, repertoire of scribbles </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">and kittens, daisies and monarchs, and unlimited </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">collection of fine-tipped markers. Your sense of </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">composition, unusual angles, grasp of light and dark, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">unique eye for drama and depth, overlay and contrast.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You made the priest laugh at your baptism. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Insistent that your cap be removed so his hand </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">could caress your scalp with holy water, in the</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">your mother reluctantly slid the fabric from your tiny </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">head. Like a Jack-in-the box, your hair sprang to life,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">poster child for static electricity.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">I only babysat you once, five months old, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">lips like dusted pink portulaca, cheeks puffed</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">like a baby Sumo, eyes as blue as Lake of the </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Isles. I dressed you like a doll, slicked your hair</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">in a Mohawk, then set you up with a basketful</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">of funky sunglasses, Elvis in diapers. You giggled</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">for hours. I made line drawings, your chubby </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">fingers finely inked like marble that surrendered</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">to the touch of Michelangelo.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">I wasnt sure why youd changed high schools</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">twice in one year, then once again. I didnt understand </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">why you werent making art any more, couldnt </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">figure out why you spent Christmas like a recluse </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">that time in Colorado when everyone else was </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">splashing in the pool, waterskiing, gorging on </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">turkey with cranberry. We missed you that Christmas,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">upstairs in bed. You were a million miles away. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">I heard you were working at a cafe, but before </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">I could send congratulations, you were waitressing, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">then working at another coffee shop, then some sort </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">of photo store. Your birthday card was unopened. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">No one knew where you lived.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">My heart leapt when I visited and caught sight</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">of your tiny figure, so long gone and then so near.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">My heart leapt again when your screams and shouts </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">echoed the halls and made my skin crawl. All my sister </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">asked was that you carry up your laundry. Shocked </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">by your wrath, I wondered why my chest hurt, why </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">my pulse wouldnt slow. I wondered if my stomach </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">would always knot when I heard your footfalls, ached </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">to see your sweet smile, hear your delicious laughter,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">welcome your artistic spirit into my world again. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">You are funny. You are smart. You are talented. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> You are loved. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> You are good.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="TerryJ2, post: 373338, member: 3419"] Well, apparently my sister called in the professionals and they agreed to this. I still have no idea whose idea it really was. In the meantime, I wrote a poem for a reading I attended last night. The theme was, "What is good?" I wrote it in lieu of my intervention letter. People were very supportive. One came up and told me I should mail it. The others said it was great but had no idea whether I should mail it. Think, think, think, said Pooh Bear ... [COLOR=#383b3e][B][FONT=Times New Roman]C.[/FONT][/B][/COLOR] [I][COLOR=#383b3e][B][FONT=Times New Roman]What is good?[/FONT][/B][/COLOR][/I] [FONT=Times New Roman]Your ringing giggle, impossibly perfect complexion, [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]silky vanilla-blonde hair drawn up in a black bow.[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]Your diminutive gymnast figure, delicate fingers,[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]butterfly waist, swan neck. Your artistry, beyond your [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]years even when you were five, repertoire of scribbles [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]and kittens, daisies and monarchs, and unlimited [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]collection of fine-tipped markers. Your sense of [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]composition, unusual angles, grasp of light and dark, [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]unique eye for drama and depth, overlay and contrast.[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]You made the priest laugh at your baptism. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]Insistent that your cap be removed so his hand [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]could caress your scalp with holy water, in the[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit, [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]your mother reluctantly slid the fabric from your tiny [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]head. Like a Jack-in-the box, your hair sprang to life,[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]poster child for static electricity.[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]I only babysat you once, five months old, [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]lips like dusted pink portulaca, cheeks puffed[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]like a baby Sumo, eyes as blue as Lake of the [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]Isles. I dressed you like a doll, slicked your hair[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]in a Mohawk, then set you up with a basketful[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]of funky sunglasses, Elvis in diapers. You giggled[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]for hours. I made line drawings, your chubby [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]fingers finely inked like marble that surrendered[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]to the touch of Michelangelo.[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]I wasnt sure why youd changed high schools[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]twice in one year, then once again. I didnt understand [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]why you werent making art any more, couldnt [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]figure out why you spent Christmas like a recluse [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]that time in Colorado when everyone else was [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]splashing in the pool, waterskiing, gorging on [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]turkey with cranberry. We missed you that Christmas,[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]upstairs in bed. You were a million miles away. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]I heard you were working at a cafe, but before [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]I could send congratulations, you were waitressing, [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]then working at another coffee shop, then some sort [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]of photo store. Your birthday card was unopened. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]No one knew where you lived.[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]My heart leapt when I visited and caught sight[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]of your tiny figure, so long gone and then so near.[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]My heart leapt again when your screams and shouts [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]echoed the halls and made my skin crawl. All my sister [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]asked was that you carry up your laundry. Shocked [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]by your wrath, I wondered why my chest hurt, why [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]my pulse wouldnt slow. I wondered if my stomach [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]would always knot when I heard your footfalls, ached [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]to see your sweet smile, hear your delicious laughter,[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]welcome your artistic spirit into my world again. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman]You are funny. You are smart. You are talented. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman] You are loved. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman] You are good.[/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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