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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My father and I in a long time past played cards at the table and he would pause to tell me a tale when he was young as he did so many times before but the stories would change as he would rearrange his life as a youth in the land of his birth from Calabria to the Great White Way as a merchant marine he sailed under the sun and a rugged sargeant in World War One wounded and gassed in a battle in France medals of war and memories of grief the war soon ended to give some relief determined to find his place in the sun Then he met Joe in a factory who liked him a lot he met Jenny, his sister The belle of Salerno his favorite spot he pledged his vows and they were wed together they bonded to share the bread of life and its trials what the world had to give they raised six kids and a nice place to live the kids grew up and were not there to stay they raised kids of their own but not far away they would come on Sundays for the traditional feast of pasta and wine and delicious meats But soon time passed and Mom got sick we would all stay with Pop as we all took turns Mom got better now Pop was ill he started to take the solace of pills he needed help getting washed and I’ll never forget what he always said when I bathed him as if on cue when you get old, son, I’ll bathe you he would still reminisce about the past but he died one day there was so much to know his life became a mystery because I never asked when I was young when my father and I played cards at the table in a long time past Contest
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