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A Rite of Passage

I taught my son to shave today Whiskers only he can see The reflection in the mirror was A yesteryear one of me So serious and timidly Careful with every move He rinsed away the remaining suds And again his face was smooth I taught my son to shave today With a solidly steady hand He walked in my bathroom a little boy And walked out a proud young man

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 8/18/2012 9:12:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your poem, Joe. So touching. Love, Kim
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Date: 8/18/2012 5:28:00 AM
great title and a poem every parent can relate to.
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Date: 8/18/2012 4:31:00 AM
Joe, I like this reminder to every male of that precious moment of gfrowing up, well done...David
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Date: 8/18/2012 4:10:00 AM
Wow! Fantastic! You made me smile from start to end while reading it. thanks for sharing, Joe.
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Date: 8/18/2012 3:34:00 AM
loive this Joe, the message is there for all, wonderful poem.
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