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With me as I Grow
Contributed by
Durango
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Sunday, 18th March 2018 @ 06:57:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
ChildrensPoetry
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We pretend that we can fly
Like airplanes in the cloudy sky;
And then we have a snack to eat,
Just my dad and I.
He tells me funny stories
When he cuts my hair;
We swim and tumble and run,
Sometimes we even share a chair.
One time he found my dirty socks
Inside his fishing tackle box,
He tells me I am smart and strong
And smiles when I sing a song.
He stays with me all day
When Mom goes off to work,
So many games we always play
Like soccer in the park.
He taught me how to toss a ball
And plant a tree so it won/'/t fall,
He wipes each tear and cleans each ear,
At football games, we love to cheer.
I like to ride my big boy bike,
And wear my boots to climb and hike,
Everywhere I seem to go
My dad is with me as I grow.
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Durango
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Re: With me as I Grow
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 18th March 2018 @ 08:10:05 AM AEST
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I like this
my own dad
left my mom
when I was young boy
but I would pretend
that he never had
I still imagined
that he was there
all the time
thinking of me
And my mom
Would say, he is misiing
out, he never paid
any child support, but
she was a nurse, and
instead of going fishing
with my dad, I heard about
patients she took care of
on the oncology ward,
but she would find some nice
guy who would take me along
on a fishing trip now and then,
I would make up excuses in
school when they would ask for
both parents to sign my report
card.
You see I had my pride, or
I had felt as if it was my own
fault he left my mom and all
his kids.
I have no regret, I have
my own son now.
He ran in track like me.
He went from high school
straight to college, unlike I.
He is a kind fellow who
never looks down on anyone
underprivileged as I once was.
He learned that on his own.
Just like I did.
And I call that luck!
Peace!
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Re: With me as I Grow
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by JamesStockdale on
Sunday, 18th March 2018 @ 09:31:54 PM AEST
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What a wonderful write. A great fathers day gift this would be. I remember my dad/'/s later years the most but this still made me think of him.
As a kid he was too busy to smell the roses and have a day off. Sad but hey that/'/s the life the greatest generation lived.
Thank you for your poem. |
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Re: With me as I Grow
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by emystar on
Sunday, 18th March 2018 @ 10:42:20 PM AEST
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This is such a sweet write. These days so many fathers aren/'/t there or cant be there. Its also good to know you appreciate him.
Keep up the good writing.
hugs,
emy |
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Re: With me as I Grow
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by nightwolf on
Tuesday, 20th March 2018 @ 05:23:06 PM AEST
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| I loved this. Very sweet write |
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Re: With me as I Grow
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by Spike on
Thursday, 12th September 2019 @ 01:11:49 PM AEST
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Very nicely couched in the POV of the child, but with echoes of the author in the layered expression. Lovely read, well done, and a genuine tribute.
S. |
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