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Born Dirt Poor Happy
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Born Dirt Poor Happy |
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Robert William Gruhn Member
since 2001-11-06
Posts 168California, USA |
Born dirt happy poor Mason jar baby bottle Pressing lips with love Cotton apron my blanket Remembering that old porch Big night sky shining Stars seemed brighter then To that little boy Ma and Pa's laughter Echoing from the cabin Only security I needed Hope alive in them Now this man sits Surrounded by mother's dreams Things wanted for me Compassion my greatest possession |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This touched my heart---I can't say I was dirt poor, but the earmarks of my grandparents still adorn my life...ragrugs and quilts crafted, and cross stitch table cloths, and washcloths, with every edge embroidered...I treasure it all...thank you for this! |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Very nicely written Robert. I loved the concept of finding security in their laughter. Such a heart-warming piece ... much enjoyed!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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peaches73533 Senior Member
since 2001-11-04
Posts 981OK, USA |
Very well written.The simple things in life sometimes can hold so much more. Peaches |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
Beautiful, Sir Robert. A poem that will touch the heart of all those blessed to read it. Wonderful. Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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