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Post by michaelgallatin on Jan 1, 2012 13:01:37 GMT -5
In the still, dark night when there's no light, your face I clearly see.
And though it's muted and convoluted, your voice comes through to me.
It may be pale from beyond the veil but your smile is Heaven sent.
And your words I'll heed because indeed they're given and not lent.
I believe you bother as you're still my father to visit for this while.
Once I'd had enough, you were loud and gruff though you did it with some style.
It's an Army thing, I hear your cadence ring as you shout out to be strong.
And I must admit you never did quit, you held out all along.
Right to the end, my Dad, my friend, though we'd not always agree.
Now you start to fade, you dear old shade but I'm glad you came to me.
Deep in my heart though we're apart I cherish this gift from you.
And even as a ghost when I need you most, I'm glad that you come through!
Michael "Love You Dad!" Gallatin
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Jan 6, 2012 16:32:31 GMT -5
powerful and meaningful write, well-written and presented, thanks for posting!
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Post by michaelgallatin on Jan 6, 2012 19:50:30 GMT -5
;D, I changed the ending a bit. It originally had something about wishing he'd been more like that when he was alive. True but rather unflattering so since I still love the old fart (getting near to being one myself), I made the poem a tad kinder. Glad you liked it!
See you around, Mike
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Post by johan on Jan 9, 2012 11:42:07 GMT -5
Sorry I missed this one Michael, again my friend a worthy piece as always, enjoyed it my friend.
Johan
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Post by michaelgallatin on Jan 9, 2012 16:24:26 GMT -5
Thank you Sir and hope you are doing well in this new year!
God bless, Mike
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