The Dragonflies' Lair ~ Thread XXXX~

Soaring Feather and poets of the Lair | July 6, 2007 | Soaring Feather

[Soaring Feather]

Ah, she has done so well.

I too, have a granddaughter with a learning disability, she graduated last year. She is gainfully employed and learning to drive. Her disability came about after a medial treatment. She was a low birth weight baby, full term, she became very ill at one month old with a respiratory illness, nearly died. She was given a med that was in the oxygen, it saved her life, but suffers from learning disability. She has the sweetest temperament.

Your child will be fine, albeit it a difficult road to walk for all. God Bless you richly.

[Soaring Feather]

medial = medical

[Soaring Feather]

Sorry, left you off the Good morning ping. ;0)

[Soaring Feather]

The Voice
by Matthew Arnold


As the kindling glances,
Queen-like and clear,
Which the bright moon lances
From her tranquil sphere
At the sleepless waters
Of a lonely mere,
On the wild whirling waves, mournfully, mournfully,
Shiver and die.


As the tears of sorrow
Mothers have shed -
Prayers that tomorrow
Shall in vain be sped When the flower they flow for
Lies frozen and dead -
Fall on the throbbing brow, fall on the burning breast,
Bringing no rest.


Like bright waves that fall
With a lifelike motion
On the lifeless margin of the sparkling Ocean;
A wild rose climbing up a mouldering wall -
A gush of sunbeams through a ruined hall -
Strains of glad music at a funeral -
So sad, and with so wild a start
To this deep-sobered heart,
So anxiously and painfully,
So drearily and doubtfully,
And oh, with such intolerable change
Of thought, such contrast strange,
O unforgotten voice, thy accents come,
Like wanderers from the world's extremity,
Unto their ancient home!


In vain, all, all in vain,
They beat upon mine ear again,
Those melancholy tones so sweet and still.
Those lute-like tones which in the bygone year
Did steal into mine ear -
Blew such a thrilling summons to my will,
Yet could not shake it;
Made my tost heart its very life-blood spill,
Yet could not break it.

[Lady Jag]

I'll just have the t-bone and eggs. I'm starving.

[Lady Jag]

Let's all go and horse around at the beach!

[Soaring Feather]

Let's all go and horse around at the beach!


Okay, I'm game, just follow me in my Cowasockie!

[Lady Jag]

Ready!

[Soaring Feather]

Off we go!

[Soaring Feather]

MINE!!!!!

[Soaring Feather]

Do ya like my outfit for the beach??

[MEG33]

I am so late and aso hungry! Thank you, Chef!

[Lady Jag]

Can't we decide which way to go?

[MEG33]

Happy Lord's Day To The Lair

Oh, render thanks to God above,
The Fountain of eternal love,
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Has stood, and shall forever last.
—Anon.

[Soaring Feather]

Meg, this is absolutely lovely, thank you. Hope you're having a restful day.

Gorgeous weather here today. ;)

[Soaring Feather]

Correct I am having some direction issues today.

[Lady Jag]

Maybe we should just hang out.

Should we eat it?

[MEG33]

Hanging Out Is Good

[Soaring Feather]

Should we eat it?

I am trying to see what it is!

[NY Attitude]

What an opening. LOL. But I will behave which is so unlike me.8-)