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The Love
Making progress
Understanding my father’s love
Burden lifting
He’s gone 21 years
Think of him everyday
My mom too
Gone 6 years
I carry their markers
Kindness and wisdom
Pragmatism Dad
Protection Mom
They did the best they could by me
Not an easy child
A better adult
Understanding my father’s love
Burden lifting
He’s gone 21 years
Think of him everyday
My mom too
Gone 6 years
I carry their markers
Kindness and wisdom
Pragmatism Dad
Protection Mom
They did the best they could by me
Not an easy child
A better adult
Published 26th Apr 2020
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26th Apr 2020 3:35pm
Doll I love your intimate and softer writes. As cynical and vulpine as you are a good heart, and that's why I adore your works.
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26th Apr 2020 5:11pm
You have certainly made my day Jennifer
I thank you 💙
I've written about this for years and I think I wrote about it enough to finally come to peace with my family and now understand the love .....
I thank you 💙
I've written about this for years and I think I wrote about it enough to finally come to peace with my family and now understand the love .....
Anonymous
26th Apr 2020 6:57pm
I adore every one of your reminiscent breaths of thought. The connection between you and your parents is palpable and beautiful in its ongoing thread. Hugs aplenty...
26th Apr 2020 7:05pm
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27th Apr 2020 00:20am
In a state of irony Poppa - my birth parents are on a journey learning “my markers” - with the help of therapy (gaaahds bless the therapist they speak with) combined with strict rules (set by me) when we speak to each other - even at their age (mid 70’s) they are becoming better human beings and it’s helping me to forgive them...better “adults” all the way around...it seems the mirror can indeed work both ways...
Reflective ink like
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Reflective ink like
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27th Apr 2020 1:10am
It's a complicated journey and I'm glad your are on the better side of what has been difficult for you as well ....xx
3rd May 2020 9:33am
Dear Poet, you tribute to their memory is wonderful. No matter how many years pass, parents are still a big part of us. As I get older, everyone tells me how much I resemble my father.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing.
3rd May 2020 5:19pm
5th May 2020 4:49am
My dad has been dead for over 10 years. It never really hit me until I was an adult though. I was so young when he died, I couldn't really be there to support my mom. I was a brat a lot of times, but as an adult, I can better understand everything. Great poem. Thanks for sharing your heart. <3
5th May 2020 11:24am
Thanks for reading and your comment.
As adults you see stuff you could never see when you are young and just forming ideas.
As adults you see stuff you could never see when you are young and just forming ideas.
