Posts: 1333
From: USA
Registered: Nov 2001

posted February 21, 2006 12:37 PM         

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02/15/06

I am blessed in so many ways
Not one father, but many
Gracing me, each in their own way
Imparting pearls of wisdom

The first man who fills this void
he was my English professor for two years
A perceptive, inquisitive mind he had
A heart full of empathy, quietly wise

Another has always been there
even when I doubt his very being
he gazes fondly down on me
and we converse without need of seeing

The third man is one whose genes I share
but there out relationship ends
His elusive uninvolved existence
Still has shaped the gist of what I am

Yet then there is my steady unshakable friend
He encourages my growth and calms my fears
This 'bus guy' has seen me at my best and worst
His rational touch is reassuring through the past three years

The last man is a ray of sunshine with his regal positive smile
The distance lets us share much more than you would think
His optimism and faith in life
It's contagious and he's always in tune

I know quite a few wise gentlemen
who have graciously lent their guiding hands
Special each in their own way
I am blessed their paths crossed into my plans

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-K
"...poetry is the subtle alchemy of a sensitive soul

like hell it is

poetry is what squeezes out of you
when you've been squashed by Life, like a bug" ~Gooberz

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From: UK
Registered: Jan 2004

posted February 22, 2006 01:42 PM         

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That is really nice, VAA.

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From: Columbus, GA USA
Registered: Nov 2000

posted February 23, 2006 06:45 AM         

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"There is no use trying," said Alice; "one can't believe impossible things." "I dare say you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." Lewis Carroll

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