PERSPCTIVE

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    PERSPCTIVE

    I want to say something, before it is too late,
    For we know not what awaits us, what truely is our fate.
    I wrote a tribute to Dad, in rememberance of he,
    Many shed a tear that day, especially me.

    I waited too long to tell him, how I truely did feel,
    Can only hope he knew, my love for him was real.
    Though miles apart the bond, was strong as could be,
    And in his death I discovered, a new and different me.
     
    I shall no longer wait to say, I love you more than life itself,
    Forever in our wisom,  I'm not important, I am myself.
    Mom and sis, you are the world, love you both I do indeed,
    Always and forever, you fill a special need.

    I have a beautiful life, a wonderful woman shares with me,
    A son, a daughter, little Goofy(granddaughter), happy as can be.

    Though ties of home are ever strong, never fade away,
    My ever special family, sahall ne'er I turn away.

    On both of ends of the spectrum, I have the best life could give,
    The family that raised me, the one with whom I now live.
    I truely am blessed, many things to be thankful for,
    A family on both sides, who I truely love and adore!

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    infiniti commented on PERSPCTIVE

    11-24-2009

    What a beautiful tribute to love and family. Something we need more of today. Thanks for sharing, well written with much feeling.

    mamasan commented on PERSPCTIVE

    11-22-2009

    Yes, you reached 'perfection' and no bard can paint on their easel anything that can surpass your feat.......you're great dear bard and I know when you get to that other realm....you will find whatever it is that is at the end of the rainbow....

    Beetle726

    11/22/2009

    Thank you my precious love! I have found the rainbow and for all my searching, that rainbow is you! I truely appreciaye your comments, wisdom and your own work. I hope we can meet to share!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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