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Sharing Dad

Dad was puttering around today Playing with me God we haven’t played in years You know, Dad’s eighty now I remember how he looked in photos at twenty I remember the twinkle in his eyes at my sons two year old birthday party. We played computer, you see Dad it can do this LOOK LOOK here it does this too! I did so like kissing the top of his bald head. So good to see that old comb-over long gone now So good to smell the MY Dad smell of clean clothes and soap. Your files need to be organized Dad. You have them all glommed up in with the general documents files. Know wonder you can’t find them, all the love poems to his dear heart Ruth. I wonder if he remembers my wedding day. He was so handsome in his tux that day. I remember his smile then as he watched me walk the white carpet in the garden by the mill pond. Joy, now is that any name to call a dog [oops SHE doesn’t know she’s a dog!] The dust mop of a pooch barked indignantly as, I took her Daddies attention from her. Had a dog once, Babe was her name, she was a huge sheepdog, we lost our Babe when I lost my Dad for a long time, BUT he's been back along while too now Dad was sharing with me and I so loved it. Me, of course being his first girl, sharing with me, his love and happiness with his last girl OUR Ruth.

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Date: 4/29/2011 2:30:00 PM
Lovely, warm write. Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 4/29/2011 2:19:00 PM
Lovely memories of your Dad - as I read it, I remembered how my Gran always smelt of shampoo and soap - thanks for bringing those memories back to me : )
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Date: 4/29/2011 1:36:00 PM
I enjoyed reading your poetry today Debbie. Wishing you a wonderful weekend filled with inspiration. I hope the sun shines down upon you and brings joy into your heart. Love, Carol
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Date: 4/29/2011 9:58:00 AM
Oh wow, this sure is very touching Debbie-- I can just feel that love and I just live how you brought us along with you-- could picture this so well and you just got me plain 'ol smiling with your last lines-- love it-- and thanks for passing by my poem, aww me thinks that that Alice had a grander time though? Thank you, had loads of fun writing it :D maybe this little monkey will swing to another tree, & also that dream weaver, hmm I think I need to ask him for a photo ;)
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Date: 4/28/2011 11:42:00 PM
Touching tribute to your aging father, Deb. I didn't know you had a son! Enjoyed learning how you still have fun with your Dad. When we're with our parents, we still feel young. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 4/28/2011 11:27:00 PM
Deb, this is so interesting. It makes me curious to understand it more. Like when you said he was lost for a long time. What did you mean by that? Very cool poem.
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Date: 4/28/2011 6:27:00 PM
Well very touching indeed Debbie and my Daddy was ever so special to me for the little time I had him in my life..but Mom always kept him alive in my heart ... wonderful tribute to share with us luv..
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Date: 4/28/2011 5:09:00 PM
Don't forget the memories your making each moment, each day ~ It helps make each day a great day of gratitude....Enjoyed///Smile
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Date: 4/28/2011 4:10:00 PM
Small moments are the ones that are more memorable......isn't it funny, how the tender little shared snippets of life, can be the gifts unknowingly worth more than gold...if only we knew that while they are happening. So lovely a poem from you today~
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