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My Viking,
Your Journey Is Over and Mine Has Just Begun

I set before my canvas, trying to keep a promise made in time past.
I see your gentle face before me, its love of life shining through you precious eyes.
I see your smile hidden beneath the determination of taking a new path on your journey that has been placed before you.
I see your giddiness of adventure with the upcoming unknown perils that may be tossed your way.
I see the strength, power, and yet a shyness that flows through you in time of quietness of making decisions.

My Viking, I must paint what I see at this moment, for my eyes fill with tears.
My heart feels like a black hole with no end in sight.
My hands shake at first, but as I paint you from my heart they began to flow with somewhat ease.
Still, My Viking, I must stop if only just for awhile, the visions of you whirl about me so.
Tis too much for me right now, Only the purity of your soul can I allow.

Again, I set before my unfinished canvas of you; your beautiful eyes so full of life look back at me.
It is as if you are saying, “ My lady, where is my hair?”
My heart is breaking, but laughing because that sounds so much like something you would say.
Taking my brush in hand, I began to paint that long hair with those Viking braids on each side.
It’s waves and shininess not quite hidden by your hood.
It reminds me of the beautiful gift you gave to those less fortunate than you; knowing this brings me peace for a part of you still exists for others.

Setting back, I look at what I have painted thus far.
My heart is heavy, tears are falling, but somehow there is a peace that surrounds me.
It is as if you are there beside me telling me, “that’s it my lady, you are getting it.”
“Now, my beard, my lady, how do you see it?” “ I cannot be without my beard!”
While in this semi-bliss, my mind works at capturing you in your viking pose.

Oh my sweet Viking, how I miss you so.
My arms ache to hold you and my lips so much want to tell you I love you.
Looking at your painting that is not quite finished, I have decided to put a spear in your hand.
It shall bare your name; it shall also symbol your strength, courage and humility that you have show throughout your journey.
For your back ground, My Viking, there shall be a scene of the sea and boats as if preparing for a new journey.

As I think these thing in my mind, it plays as if a conversation has taken place between My Viking and me.
My heart and hand came together as one with each stoke I made.
Many tears have fallen, the pain so sharp of missing him, sometimes I felt I could not breathe.
Then, there were times when I found comfort from within the strokes that I painted on this canvas.
In painting MY VIKING, I found a release from the pain that I still held within.

MY VIKING, MY SON, Your journey is over for you are now in your new home.
MY, YOUR LADY, is just beginning a new journey, for painting you the way you were, has given me some release of the pain I felt so.
To all of those who read this poem, know this, this was written for Tammara and in honor of her son Jeremiah.
I wrote it so that the reader of this may know what it took for her to paint her son as she saw him in his journey of life. As well as a journey for her son, so did she take a journey of her own to do this beautiful portrait. Her love for her son and the pain she felt was so strongly felt by me that it was the least I could do.

So, please see the link below after reading this poem and see for yourself the beautiful painting that goes with this poem.

Thank you for taking the time to read this for I know it is longer than usual, but the words could not be shortened. For to do so would have not gotten the story across.

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steppeland Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009   Photographer
Since I have 'The journey' always on top of my deviation list (which means, oldest ones first), I do not always notice when new deviations come in... That's why I only now found this wonderful poem, my friend...

How truly touching it is to read in it the deep empathy of a friend for another dear friend in pain... How deeply your poem touches me - as I knew it must touch Tammy, even before I read her reply to you...

Thank you, Penny, for the wonderful gift of your talent, to sense beyond the obvious, and to capture in words the deeper dimensions... thank you for your compassionate heart...
Thank you for being a friend, and for being a friend to a friend ... :heart: :cuddle:
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Hillbillygirl Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009
Thank you my friend.

This poem had been playing on my mind and heart since I saw her painting, "The Journey". It is not often that a piece of art touches me in this way. When I read her comments section, it really hit me hard. I felt so compelled to write this for her and in Jeremiah's memory. I wanted her to know that my heart ached for her and wanted to so much ease her pain.

I thank God for giving me the gift of writing poetry. I also thank him for my friends who I have made here and letting me be able to support them.

I will always be here for you all. What I cannot do in person, I hope I can do in my writing. :hug: and :heart:
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steppeland Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009   Photographer
Thank you Penny! Do know that we will be here for you too! :hug: :heart:
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Hillbillygirl Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2009
I do know this my friend. It means the world to me and makes my heart sing too. :)
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steppeland Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2009   Photographer
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Hillbillygirl Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009
Thank you. Did you go to the link and see the portrait and read her story behind this poem? If not, please do and you will see where my words come from and I think also that you will see what I am saying.

Also give her a message if you like.

Tammara is a very special artist and person too. :)
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Tammara Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009
Thank you so much Penny. You have no idea what this poem means to me or how much it touched perfectly on my heart. You have painted with words what my heart felt while painting my son. It's as though you were there feeling what I felt. Thank you for your kind intuition and the beautiful poem to describe it.:glomp:
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Hillbillygirl Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009
You are so very welcome. The pleasure and honor is mine my friend. I am happy that I was able to capture both you and Jeremiah the way you did. The bond that you two shared is so special and loving that I wanted to let everyone see the real beauty within your work. What each stroke of your brush meant.

You know, sometimes we run across someone out in this world that touches us in a way that cannot be described. Tammara, you are this person for me. I cannot explain it, but through your work I find such beauty and emotions and even answers to questions that I am left spellbound and speechless. My heart and soul just sing.

Thank you my friend for everything. :heart:
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Tammara Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009
You humble me Penny.:hug:
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Hillbillygirl Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009
As you do me. :hug:
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FarmerEd Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009  Student Writer
This. Is. Beautiful...

I can feel how she have felt. I can feel how her heart must be breaking, and then recouperating, every time she had to stop the painting, and then begin again. I can understand her sorrow. And her strange sense of comfort at the end -- the little there may be.

Your words always have a way of getting to my heart...
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Hillbillygirl Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009
Thank you so much for your kind words.

This poem is very special. Looking at this portrait and knowing its reason for being done, the strongest feeling of wanting people to know what she felt and went through to paint her beloved son, was something that needed to be done.

Being a mother of three children, I am inspired by Tammara and wanted people to know how special she is.

The pain, emotions, rawness of loneliness must be at times so much for her to bare. I just want her to know also that someone out there understands, but only to an extent on my part, because I have never walked through what she is walking through. But I know others out there that may read this may have, if not then maybe this will shed some light on how she feel and what she is going through.

I only hope that this will help her and give her comfort and peace if only for a time.

Again thank you for your kind words. They mean so much to me. :hug:
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FarmerEd Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2009  Student Writer
My pleasure. I hope for the best for her.
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