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He clears his throat with a loud "please-see-me" noise As he eavesdrops on my half Of a phone call from a boy. He thinks bad things about me And my friends who drink and smoke As if he lived his life alone, A halo as his cloak. Our memories are not the same Of life with him, five kids and her Just two of us could take his name The rest of us just called him 'sir.' I loved him many years ago, A child was I of his own betrothed And now they're gone, the ones he loved, As he rocks in his chair clearing his throat.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 5/22/2016 5:30:00 PM
Karen, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*"
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Date: 8/14/2009 9:19:00 PM
I can really relate to this write ... its awesome and brought back a whole lot of memories ... smile ... I lost my stepfather last year and have a write called "My Daddy Died" here at the Soup and since I never knew my "real" one, he was the only Daddy I knew .... love all the REAL writes here at the Soup and how brave we all are ... smile ... hope you return soon with lots more writing !!
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Date: 6/7/2009 10:35:00 AM
Okay, I get it! You're good. Have to agree with all that was said below and would not want to bore you with repeating it. lol Seriously, you have a way of putting the plate in front of us and choosing some very vivid flavours to prepare the food you offer for our digestion. I'm gonna get fat reading your stuff. he!he! Thanks... <><
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Date: 6/7/2009 10:16:00 AM
I agree with Raul, Karen, not easy to navigate, good work! James
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Date: 4/20/2009 12:19:00 AM
Poignant lines Karen, life is full of favortism...Raul
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Date: 4/14/2009 2:23:00 AM
Karen This has made me sad. It is so well written and the 'regret' and 'sadness' jumps right out. Well written....Thanks for your comments on my poem LOVE you might want to read mothers love- it is the loss of my sons. You are in my thoughts my friend and prayers. would it be alright if I can tell my bible study tonight your first name? Again Karen Great poem..Sending lots of Smiles, Hugs, and Love-God Bless Rhonda Kay
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Date: 4/7/2009 7:15:00 AM
This is so deeply moving and sad. A childhood of confusion and a story of regret. Well written, Karen. ~ love, Carrie
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Date: 4/6/2009 8:05:00 PM
Wow, this is powerful and very sad. Your stepfather sounds like a lonely man. Wish he could find happiness. It would make your life so much easier. Beautiful poem, Karen!
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Date: 4/6/2009 7:57:00 PM
That sounds like a possibly sad story? But I hope it is not! In life, so many people hold so many regrets from shortsightedness or mistakes when they are young, and somewhat still lost themselves!? And all they can hope for when they get older and wiser, is a second chance!!?:):)~Hope life is treating "You" well dear lady!!?~"My Love & Warmth To 'You & Your Loves,' Always, John!!!":):)
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