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The Note
In a small wooden box
that I keep out of sight
lies a small piece of paper
that never sees light.
A short little note
I received as a man.
Given to me by my father
who is not my biggest fan.
He wrote the little message
after hateful words were said.
But it would be much later
before the words were read.
As I read the simple line
tears began to pour.
It said " Son,I love you".
Words,he never said before
( not my usual thing,but completely true )
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| I am so glad I read this, after years of hurt and pain suffered from my fathers hand I have finally given up wishing he was someone else and just accepted the fact that he is who is, and that he too loves me. Thats enough, life is too short. |
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A very truthful poem which can express so much, when we say so little.
Simply an excellent piece. |
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mark you are so very lucky. But you wish you had read it before, then you could have reciprocated. A piece like this can choke you up, well done and thanks for sharing.
The best poetry comes from the heart and it seems your heart contains a lot of gems.
Thanks again
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Comment by: - 2006-04-02 16:17
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| Thank you for sharing that with the rest of us. It is situations like this sort of implied in this poem that drives me to verbally express those words to my two children each and every day. Touching work. |
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| Isn't is amazing how hard some people find it to be to say those simple three little words? |
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