Hard..... [girlhood To Old Age; Life; Family; Racial Discord; Marriage; Very Long] Comments
Hard were the calluses on my Daddy's hands the first time he held me,
and hard it was on Christmas morn' to find only one small gift beneath our tiny tree.
Hard was my Mom's life, raising seven kids and washing other people's clothes.
Without our family's belief in God, life could have been harder.Who knows?
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It's hard not to love this poem/prose. Bri you never cease to amaze! 10+++ My favorite lines are: (1) Now my Mom could rest her back more, and Dad's hands could soften. (2) I knew before I even touched him, that the best part of me was dead. P.S. I'm adding this to my list of favorite poems
my PH friend Ellias Anderson asked me to send him poems i'd written about peace and humanity. i have written few, in those categories, which i thought he would be interested in. this is one i picked. as i read it again (and still made some changes) , i once again found myself close to tears at the ending. bri :)
the last line is written emotionally and that is what happen to people..a blessed life in many ways, though the challenges were faced courageously in the beginning and a good poem!
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7/29/2025 2:47:10 AM # 1.0.0
Very well thought through and of. Somewhat beyond my feeble attemp to interpret, I fear. Perhaps the best works will always elude (me) . QtR