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My Quiet Place |
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RSEvans Senior Member
since 1999-10-23
Posts 1147Tulsa, OK, USA 
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Where do the days go, lost in the hue? They used to pass so slow, now seldom do. Where is the child that I used to know? It's been a while since I felt that soul. A message from heaven, graced with that smile That carries a memory and simply beguiles My baby boy, tanned and blonde A favorite joy, my rages calmed. He's growing up so fast, strong and tall We've marked the days passed, upon the wall Measuring his height and feeling each pain Filling our lives with each passing day. Perhaps I see the child I once was In the face of my child, covered in dust Beneath the skin, the smile the stare Under the mass of childish cares Lies a beautiful soul, rugged and strong Without a foe, no right, no wrong. How I envy his life, so free from care He helps me in strife, and takes me there That place in my mind, where my own child is Where life is still kind, and everyone lives. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I too love that child's place 'where life is still kind and everyone lives'. Excellent poem, Rob. Denise |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I certainly can relate to this one. I see so much of myself in Mikey...and for all the pleasure I take in watching him grow up - the days have streamlined into years. Mikey still has that "innocense" about him though. I cherish that in him. Thank you for bringing such beautiful images to mind, Robert. Michael |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Very nice, may we never lose the child within us  |
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Mayme David New Member
since 1999-11-21
Posts 8Carrollton, TX, USA |
This poem brings back all the memories of that dear sweet innocent child that I bore. He was the cutest little boy with such a loving personality. He was always cheerful and without a care, always willing to love everyone within reach. Such pleasant memories as I now see his son portray all the same characteristics as his father and the father portraying all the good characteristics of his dad. The one I'm talking about here has his picture at the top of the page. Funny how fast time does go by. I am so proud of you son. Keep up the good work of writing your feelings down. I can see a big change in your thoughts and emotions since you have been posting in this forum. This poem reflects all the feelings of a parent. For God so loved the world, that He gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16 Light hath power over darkness. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Like father, like son. I can see where the son gets his love and beautiful thoughts. And I'm sure the grandfather also sees his own childhood in the grandson. Two generations benefit from one child's grace. Liz |
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Femme's Father Member
since 1999-10-30
Posts 58Carrollton, TX, USA |
The Eagle sits upon it's lofty perch.. And "eyes" the activity below-- Then upon great wings... On the winds he flows-- His heart sends forth a loving cry.. To the ears of man below-- A father, a son, a grandchild too... Grand-dad and dad-- They have gone on.. And now there's only two-- And a Higher Power.. He calls the "shots"-- God fills in the blanks.. And He dots the dots-- When there's only two, soon there'll be 3-- That puts it all back.. Like it used to be- So be patient my son.. And Let your "wisdom" see-- That soon your child.. A dad will be-- And the way you look at # 2-- Soon he'll look at # 3-- ......God Bless Merry Christmas! " God holds everything in His hands, and he never loses anything that's His" James David 3 |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
Oh wow - this was such a heartwarming poem, and then it just got better when I read what your mom wrote to you....and then my dad wrote his addition.....splendidly written, and so sweetly it speaks of Caleb. Thank you so much for sharing this! I caught it right in the nick of time, before it slipped off to pg. 2 ! hehe You can thank me later - so back to the top it goes !!!!! - - - If I can just touch you once, then I feel I have accomplished what I am called to do...- - pFF |
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