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Our Son Is Gone

i had bought her two hand made crystal glasses one was red and one was blue the day our son left home his old thermos fell from the top shelf and broke the red glass we still have the blue glass and each other

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Sean L Sanders

Date: 7/28/2013 4:43:00 PM

Congratz on being featured I know why to excellent poetry

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/27/2013 9:13:00 PM

Thomas,,,,,,, :-) Congratulations, on having your poem Featured on the Poetry Soup's home page. Take care & Goodnight... -xox- *LINDA

Shadow Hamilton

Date: 7/26/2013 4:26:00 AM

hi Thomas congrats on feature Shadow x smiles

Carrie Richards

Date: 10/2/2009 8:12:00 AM

This is powerful in the simplicity of the words. Such deep emotion in such sublety. Well done...sad, but wonderfully written. ~ Carrie

Thomas Stanton

Date: 10/2/2009 3:25:00 AM

it is a lonely-yet liberating feeling-now i am on my own in the world of art with no one and nothing to blame for losing time or focus....

Thomas Stanton

Date: 10/2/2009 3:22:00 AM

Thank you Anthony, when I left home at 15, it was for good-I miss my parents now, all these years later- perhaps I was projecting a little too much. yes he moved out.

Anthony Nutter

Date: 10/2/2009 3:15:00 AM

When you say gone I hope he only moved out. This is the drift I get from this poem. My last child recently moved out and the nest is now empty. Even when they live close they are still missed. Nice job A. W. Nutter www.freewbs.com/abcedit