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My Fathers Father

My fathers fathers Echo deep in my mind Each a reflection Of their own time Visions of what I cannot see But a piece of each father Resides in me Traditions record the family A blood established reality But we wonder, we wonder Have we forgot Are we our father Our fathers forgot We come to this world A naked slate No knowledge of beginning Or ending fate History may teach What our fathers wore But skin and facial features Tell what was endured Were they abused as a people Like Indians and Jews Were they sent into slavery Or similarly used Were they sent a redeemer That changed their fate Did the good they bring Help change the human race Our fathers our fathers Who each in their own way Did they fight the war Did they show the way Our fathers our fathers Did they care to stay Or does sacrifice and doubt Still haunt them to this day Father of our fathers May we find Thee living still Comming down to the end Help us find Your will

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Phyllis Babcock

Date: 11/5/2013 10:43:00 AM

Love this poem as you look back into the past of your forefathers and what they have gone thru. It is nice to know your family history and learn about the past. love phyl

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 6/8/2013 7:09:00 PM

A very interesting poem John leading us f.generation to another..great

Carol Eastman

Date: 6/7/2013 11:17:00 AM

Touching topic and write. Bravo... I've been sitting with my father while he was sick... as he told me about his early life, his Father's and his Grandfathers' lifes. He was facinating to listen to... Life keeps changing thru each generation...

Bukang Liwayway

Date: 6/3/2013 10:30:00 AM

a very nice poem of yours friend John...thanks for dropping by. have a good day :) Maria

Colleen Bono

Date: 3/27/2013 11:01:00 AM

nice.I posted a new one.hope you are well.take care

Cecilia Macfarlane

Date: 3/2/2013 4:41:00 PM

A thought provoking write John....well done! Hugs

Jancarl Campi

Date: 3/1/2013 11:05:00 PM

Quite an interesting poem. Gave me food for thought.

Keith Bickerstaffe

Date: 2/28/2013 5:07:00 PM

A splendid piece, my friend! Full of nostalgia and reminiscences. Well done!! Best wishes, Keith (PS the answer to the riddle? Frederick and Fredericka by Mark Helprin. Highly recommended!!!)

Harry Horsman

Date: 2/23/2013 3:07:00 PM

not only is this wondrous poetry, but inspiring and very moving..

Matthew Anish

Date: 2/23/2013 10:25:00 AM

I am Jewish and am glad you said something about our tormentors. I am interested in Native Americans as you are. Every year I go to the Native American festival in Brooklyn and find the dancing and singing marvelous. Have you ever read Black Elk Speaks or Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee? Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish

S.Jagathsimhan Nair

Date: 2/20/2013 5:30:00 PM

Child is the father of the man!! Jag

Debra Squyres

Date: 2/19/2013 9:11:00 PM

To always look to the father of fathers to find his will... excellent message !! Enjoyed

Justin Bordner

Date: 2/19/2013 4:31:00 PM

"Are we our Father our fathers forgot..." a very valuable question - great metaphysics John -A nice way to use History as a glance of support - every man should aspire to be a Father of a certain truth that is him - J.A.B.%

Len Gasun

Date: 2/19/2013 8:58:00 AM

Outstanding piece my dear friend, John. YOu write so well! Thank you so much for sharing with me today this very beautiful poem of yours. Thank you also for stopping by and commenting about my work. I'm so grateful for sharing to me your ideas. I didn't know that quaintain came from word quad. I appreciate so much. Have a great day! love/hugs, Leonora

Jack Ellison

Date: 2/19/2013 5:11:00 AM

Very touching, my good man! Wonderful write... cheers, Jack

Debbie Duncan

Date: 2/18/2013 11:27:00 PM

Awesome write John. thank you for reading "love" I thought about using the word "wanna" too. I thought I was using it too much in my writing;}

Audrey Haick

Date: 2/18/2013 8:41:00 PM

I love this John...deep introspective write..I have this deep belief that we are really all ONE Tree with endless branches.Well done!

Donna Jones

Date: 2/18/2013 2:54:00 PM

John I really loved this poem..it touched me a great deal...my mothers family was part of the trail of tears....thanks....

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 2/18/2013 2:51:00 PM

Excellent piece of poetry. Full of meaning you get a high score! Thank you for visiting.... My friend, if the voice for you was the image of an orphan, then me, my friend, is that orphan,... having lost both of my parents at the age of ten and of forteen! Thank you! :

Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/18/2013 2:10:00 PM

Great work on the topic..I often wonder what were some of those who went before were like of my biological family?..Did they have good characteristics? Were they kind? Were they compassionate?..Did they treat their fellowman right?..Enjoyed reading your thought provoking work today..Soup Mail soon..Sara

John Loving Iii
Date: 2/18/2013 3:28:00 PM

It doesn't matter. In another life you may have been black and I white. Each time has it's place and each justice has it's race.

Joe Flach

Date: 2/18/2013 2:03:00 PM

Nice write john. We are a composite of our Father's fathers indeed - but, yet we can still forge our own path - for we, too, will be fathers fathers for future sons. Your poem flows well with good rhyme and rythmn. Nicely written.