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My Italian Father

Immigrant of past he took to the soil like a neophyte soldier protecting each tomato and basil plant with his bare hands he showed no inhibition when it came to baring his shoulders and digging fenced up holes in the ground, by early morning as he whistled a tune he worked contentedly in his little yard away from the bombast sound of his bocci rink counterparts , he was animated by the first sun of morning and tanned dark beneath the smolder of a rolled up cigarette and salty breath The lecherous stares of Canadian Lolittas were never returned for he was a loyal husband. Abruzzo born he contained love and gave it to his family with the fierceness of a mountaineer his Alpine hat hung on the hook, as a reminder of where he had found his beatific moments long ago ; Providence had it that he find a good job at a local hospital washing sheets and beddings. He never floundered far from home for his children were always on the wait for his smile his dolorous history, it was never shared as much as his joy. He was a wonderful father who taught me how to add, with sense of my sensibility, … best friend I ever had. 6/14/2019 Sponsor: John Hamilton eight word free verse challenge

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Date: 8/16/2019 9:10:00 PM
Ciao Pixie, Molto bravo, Frances
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Date: 6/21/2019 4:33:00 PM
A stirring tribute to your father, congratulations on your placement!
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Date: 6/21/2019 12:34:00 PM
Thanks pixie for your entry and congrats on a fine placement!
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Date: 6/20/2019 3:40:00 PM
Yes a wonderful tribute, and such an amazing poem,,
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Date: 6/18/2019 1:27:00 PM
A beautiful tribute! A great Father’s Day poem! Something special!
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Date: 6/16/2019 3:23:00 PM
Hi Pixie: I was deeply moved by your homage to your papa as you reminded me of my father who was born in Siciily and raised in Calabria. I also wrote a poem of him. His history is not unlike your father. I wish you good luck in the contest
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Date: 6/16/2019 2:13:00 PM
ohh, i am moved by this precious homage for your father, vie...i hardly noticed the use of words needed to fill this...ever lovely as always!...huggs
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Date: 6/16/2019 11:23:00 AM
wow, you not only used the words wonderfully but gave a heartwarming tribute of a marvelous father at the same time!
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Date: 6/15/2019 8:21:00 AM
What a great depiction of your dad. He sounds like a salt of the earth guy. I can feel your affection and admiration.
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Date: 6/14/2019 12:04:00 PM
Woah wow very interesting poem about your dad, Italian, sounds nicely exotic to me. I really giggled at the sensational lines of not returning flirty stares, lol good loyal husband eh. I admired the gardening parts as well . So kudos. Pls pleez do review/ comment my newest poem too.
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Date: 6/14/2019 10:13:00 AM
So say I loved this poem is an understatement. Living near Italy I can relate with many things. Maybe some might not understand the "bocci" popular also in Malta. Best for a win, my friend. Hugs.
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Date: 6/14/2019 8:08:00 AM
Such a loving tribute you wrote, made your father proud..those contest words flow seamlessly in your verses..all the best.
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