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My Dad's Pipe
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My Dad's Pipe |
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Yoinn Senior Member
since 2007-08-16
Posts 649Michigan 
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My Dad's Pipe Blue smoke from a pipe that was my dads, twirls around my head the same way I watched it as a boy, drift around his. Smoking here in my old chair, I remember everything I’ve learned from him, not in words but by his example. When life becomes too much for a simple man like me, and threatens to push me down, I light up his old pipe. It reminds me to be strong and never give up. It reminds me that being a man, a father, means there are people counting on me. I won’t forget dad. Yoin |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
a special gift indeed |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
Great sentiment Yoinn. Although my dad didn't smoke, I feel the same way and can relate to this. |
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Yoinn Senior Member
since 2007-08-16
Posts 649Michigan |
Thank you both for your kind words. Yoin |
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