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Father of My Father

You came to see me today Only it wasn't you He stood still looking at me Staring into my soul Neither of us speaking I could see you in him The way his suspenders rested on his shoulders Shoe worn from wear Belly hard and round from years of good eating So silent we stood and then I smiled The familiar stranger smiled and nodded in return He turned and shuffled away Thanks for coming to see me grandpa I miss you

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Skat A

Date: 5/21/2016 10:00:00 AM

Monica, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*

Mohammad Yamin

Date: 9/20/2010 11:10:00 AM

Please read 'express' in place of 'empress' in the first line of my message. Sorry for the typing error. -Mohammad

Mohammad Yamin

Date: 9/20/2010 11:05:00 AM

Dear Monica, I can't empress my feelings on reading your poem. A touching write -very impressive. Best wishes. -Mohammad

Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/20/2010 9:07:00 AM

I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Lovely to have a heavenly visitation from one gone on to heaven's reward...Sara

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 9/19/2010 9:27:00 AM

Oh I have to say I had chills as I read this moving and heartfelt piece-- I can just imagine how that must have been-- deep deep down he must've still known it was you-- reading this made me miss my own grandpa too-- thanks for sharing-- and also for your wonderful comments in my poem :) -- I myself seem to be in those crossroads...hmmm-- enjoy your day! -- nikko :)

Simone Segal

Date: 9/19/2010 3:15:00 AM

Lovely poem! thank you for your comment, go for it!!!!! love Simone

Katherine Stella

Date: 9/18/2010 11:20:00 AM

my granddad wore a strap and he knew how to used it this made me smile hope you print this out and place it on a plaque its just adorable also thanks kindly on my poem coco for 10 I sure miss that little guy he died from broken heart guess us kids were his family lol keep up the great writing and so nice to meet you too

Joyce Johnson

Date: 9/18/2010 10:17:00 AM

My daddy wore suspenders Monica. He would not have known what I was talking about had I said "braces". A nice poem and haunting. Thank you for your comments on my poem. Welcome to this nice place. Love, Joyce

Daver Austin

Date: 9/17/2010 7:32:00 AM

Spoooooky! So good to hear from you, Monica. Love your imagination and scene painting. Dave

Joy Wellington

Date: 9/17/2010 7:02:00 AM

Loving memories can play some tricks with our eyes....we see what is in the heart...good write, now I know exactly how your grandpa looked and how you feel about him. Thanks for your kind comments. Luv Joy (Jew)

Kevin Semeniuk

Date: 9/16/2010 1:10:00 PM

beautiful!!...

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 9/16/2010 11:00:00 AM

Enjoyed reading your poetry today Monica. Hope you have a wonderful day. Love, Carol

Monica Evette

Date: 9/16/2010 2:12:00 AM

@ Anna Marie, thanks for taking the time to read my piece. Suspenders are used as a fashion accessory by men to hold up pants. Two straps come up over the shoulders and button to the inside front of the pant. My grandfather wore suspenders not braces.

Anna-Marie Docherty

Date: 9/15/2010 11:47:00 PM

An interesting write - I lingered a while on 'suspenders' - maybe braces would have been easier on the mind and more apt for it caused a little confusion when trying to picture... Hope that helps a little, otherwise a lovely little piece I much enjoyed reading - so keep on penning! Kindest thoguhts, Anna-Marie.

Francine Roberts

Date: 9/15/2010 10:38:00 PM

nice one