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~I composed this poem 9/29/2004, the ArchAngels' Feastday. I had planned to compose a poem for Mother Mary,
but somehow, every time I thought about it the words would never "come up". In the beginning of September I received, via
US Mail, a letter from poetry.com stating that they wanted me to send an unpublished poem to be added in a publication for
2004. Then, the evening of 9/29 I had an E-mail from them again stating;
...The International Library of Poetry wishes to feature an entire page devoted
exclusively to the poetry of Bebianne Clavette in a collection of new poems written by the
Best Poets we have encountered...
The Best Poems and Poets of 2004
...Congratulations on your accomplishment, Bebianne. Your poetry will be featured
along with a distinguished group of just 2004 of the Best Poets that were selected to participate in this special project.
...We believe you to be one of the most interesting poets we have encountered,
so we wish to feature your artistry in this special edition...
H. E. (name with-held for personal privacy)
P.S. Bebianne, you should be genuinely proud of your accomplishment. You have been selected
to participate in The Best Poems and Poets of 2004 because of your unique
vision...
I was, of course, touched again. Then and there I started to compose this poem. I proof read and saved it.
I clicked a links in the E-mail and added this poem. A couple of days after I started to create its multi background
frame for it, as you see here, and I suddenly realized the date and time I was composing the poem. I was in the process writing
it at 9:29 PM, the same numbers as the month: 9/29/04. I just voiced out "wow, this must be a Special poem!" And it is, simply
because when I started to compose it, the words welled up as my fingers were typing them, tears came, my heart was beating
a hundred miles a minute, my fingers couldn't catch up with the words that were pouring out. I felt deep, deep love for Mother
Mary as the words kept pouring, so much so that I had to stop to get a tissue.
Mother Mary has been the only "mothering" person I can/could go to when I need/needed a mother like figure
to confide into. And for that constant "calling Her" for help created in me a Special Love for Her, and that has been going
on since my very young years.
As I was writing the dedication part I thought of the mothers that do love their children, and something
in me just needed to dedicate this poem to "All Loving Mothers" also. And so, to you, LOVING MOTHER, and All Loving Mothers,
are my words to you!~
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