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The Right Thing

As the cream in her latte swirled like art her thoughts drifted absently to a time forever etched in her heart. She was young, in love and so carefree He was smart, athletic, the star of the team. They met at a game, he had given her a wink, she smiled politely, her eyes twinkling stars. They playfully talked as the sun shone pink then he gently and lovingly took her hand. He made her laugh and was a great kisser, as they strolled on the boardwalk like starstruck lovers. Her son has his eyes, his lips and his hands, my joy, my pride, did I do what was best. Your dad does not know the life he has blessed. Times were different back then, she whispered quietly to herself. He lived and breathed the love of the game. As her son approached and gave her a wink, she knew right then; she had done the right thing.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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Date: 4/17/2017 10:47:00 AM
Wow Lynn. Good Morning. I'm impressed with your writing and tale. Your words truly kept my attention in its entirety. This can be a difficult issue to deal with and handle and only when one is confronted with it one will know. That infamous "for the love of the game" Well done Lynn in its entirety. Honestly
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Date: 3/13/2017 3:18:00 PM
Oh, Lynn. I LOVE this one. I am working my way up from the bottom to be sure I see all your poetry eventually and this is one of your best. fAVE
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Date: 3/13/2017 8:53:00 AM
Whether this is fiction or truth, I can assure the young woman that she did the right thing! That wink is a special connection between the past and present. Overall, this is a lovely poem, with sporadic rhyme and an ability to tug at heart strings. ~ Regards // paul
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Date: 8/30/2016 11:45:00 AM
An exceptionally touching write. Very emotional lines with some nice rhymes. Almost all free form writes could be considered free verse. This could also be rhyme. A very beautiful write.
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