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zaaclindsay
Member

since 2009-08-12

Posts 111
Ottawa Ontario

0 posted 2009-09-19 03:02 AM

I was born strong; a preacher’s son.
A first-born son;
A sacrificial lamb, if you will.

days flew and became months
with my eyes always on the ball field
and my ear for pop's car.

always looking for the first robin
so as to have an excuse to get out
my fishing pole;

Never mind the screaming silence.
Pay no attention to the dove's cry of caution
the wind was sweeping it along;
along with the rest of who I would have been.

I shrug it off and say ahh, well, tis life.
Funny how my smile no longer seems strong enough
to overcome what lies within.
But that doesn’t happen as much these days.

And I look to the workings of life
and I wonder…
Will my child look back at the stars
through eyes untainted by the ghosts
of dead dreams?

Yes, say I.
Because I have a hand
for my child to hold;
an ear to bend,
a shoulder for a million tears.

What I never got
was returned with grace;
more than enough
to give my child forever.

I kept wondering why that frisbee kept getting bigger and bigger....and then it hit me.

anniepimm54
Member

since 2009-09-03

Posts 110

1 posted 2009-09-19 10:29 AM

This is very sweet, I flowed along with it as it was easy to read, an excellent tale
Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us

Artic Wind
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 8080
Realm of Supernatural

2 posted 2009-09-19 12:59 PM

A muse is always a great thing to have! ~ Excellent.

ARCTIC WIND

brneyedgrly
Senior Member

since 2009-06-08

Posts 1125
nowhere and everywhere

3 posted 2009-09-19 05:41 PM

And I look to the workings of life
and I wonder…
Will my child look back at the stars
through eyes untainted by the ghosts
of dead dreams?

Yes, say I.
Because I have a hand
for my child to hold;
an ear to bend,
a shoulder for a million tears.

What I never got
was returned with grace;
more than enough
to give my child forever.
_________

this is perfect

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