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Array ( [sid] => 129011 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Because He Is [time] => 2006-12-04 13:13:27 [hometext] => comments on all my poems are welcome [bodytext] => He's a big daddy
Big in heart, big in body, big in mind
He's a scientist, a teacher
A jack of all trades
Tolerant to a fault

He built my brother a train set from scratch
He built my sister a doll house from scratch
He finished our basement by himself

I remember a family vacation when we went sailing
Having grown up in New York City
I don't know how he knew how to sail
But he did

He was not perfect
What was good was very good
And what was bad..well nobody is perfect
When having a conversation with him
You get that "short and sweet" feeling
At least on the phone

I will remember his burping and farting at the dinner table
I remember the sound of his farts
How funny I thought they were
And how "matter of factly" he thought they were
I remember some sort of reaction
Maybe from eating too fast..where he had to suck in a breath
Then he would talk like an elf for a minute, til it normalized
I thought this was funny, but he never noticed

There was a man behind the man
But I suppose thats true of every father
I need to share something inspirational with him
Else the lonliness will kill me

Why do good men grow old?
Draw a circle

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Because He Is

Contributed by trueecho on Monday, 4th December 2006 @ 01:13:27 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems



He's a big daddy
Big in heart, big in body, big in mind
He's a scientist, a teacher
A jack of all trades
Tolerant to a fault

He built my brother a train set from scratch
He built my sister a doll house from scratch
He finished our basement by himself

I remember a family vacation when we went sailing
Having grown up in New York City
I don't know how he knew how to sail
But he did

He was not perfect
What was good was very good
And what was bad..well nobody is perfect
When having a conversation with him
You get that "short and sweet" feeling
At least on the phone

I will remember his burping and farting at the dinner table
I remember the sound of his farts
How funny I thought they were
And how "matter of factly" he thought they were
I remember some sort of reaction
Maybe from eating too fast..where he had to suck in a breath
Then he would talk like an elf for a minute, til it normalized
I thought this was funny, but he never noticed

There was a man behind the man
But I suppose thats true of every father
I need to share something inspirational with him
Else the lonliness will kill me

Why do good men grow old?
Draw a circle





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Re: Because He Is (User Rating: 1 )
by ellis on Monday, 4th December 2006 @ 04:42:08 PM AEST
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As the subject of this Ode, I recognize myself, although it differs in some rspects from my own self-image. I like the poem. It brings to mind the poem of Robert Burns:

O wad the Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
And foolish notion.
--Robert Burns
--To a Louse
(On seeing one on a lady's bonnet at church)


Re: Because He Is (User Rating: 1 )
by ellis on Monday, 4th December 2006 @ 07:51:07 PM AEST
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I enjoyed reading the poem. Is this supposed to be factual?
Mom


Re: Because He Is (User Rating: 1 )
by darcy5450 on Monday, 4th December 2006 @ 08:56:42 PM AEST
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I really like this poem...it is thoughtful and funny! Made me laugh and cry at the same time. Well done!
Karen


Re: Because He Is (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Tuesday, 5th December 2006 @ 12:31:54 PM AEST
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You know what? I really dug the honesty in this write. You wrote it like we were sitting together chatting about your Father. Magnificient feeling.....made me feel so close.
The ending was fantastic.

"Why to good men grow old?
Draw a circle"

Thanks for sharing.
Peace and hugs,
Laura




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