in the mirror
my father’s face
in my arms
his strength
in my mind
his thirst for knowledge
in my heart
his love
his gifts to me
still reverberating
these many years
after he’s gone
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
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Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
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Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
Erm, what am I doing with my life?
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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yes…
Glad you feel that way.
Beautifully stated.
Thank you.
Such a great legacy to leave behind. I love this poem. It really shows the deeper side of you
Thank you.We are, after all, for better or worse, products of where and from whom we come from. In this case, his gifts have left a positive mark on my life.
And that is the most important jewel
So true.
Take comfort in knowing that every time you shed what you’ve learned he will be right there with you.
That’s a lovely thought. Thank you.
I don’t hate my father, but …. no… I can’t punch anyone in the face. Just thinking & feeling.
I don’t hate mine, either. But hitting people was not something he preached, though he did instill in me the need to not be bullied by others.
Lovely tribute to your father.
Thank you.
It sounds as though you were blessed to have been his son. Your post is a lovely honor to him.
Thank you. I was blessed with two fathers (my biological father and after he died with my stepfather) because my mother knew how to pick men.
Wonderful!
Thank you.
Lovely post! Sounds a bit like my father also.
Glad you appreciated it.
Beautiful.
Thank you.