Friday, April 25, 2008

My Fathers Eyes Comments

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I remember very little, of when I was young,
I recall even less, of a special someone, who I am told,
was so proud of me and so boastful, 'I had his eyes'...
I was born, on a first Spring day, I was his 4th, but he could not stay.
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Karin Elizabeth Martin
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Chinedu Dike 20 June 2018

Sad story of irreplaceable loss well articulated and nicely penned from the heart with insight. Very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing Karin and do remain enriched.

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Sakalabaktula Sairaj 20 October 2017

so nice i really so happy by reading this poem.. write some more poem like this.. its simple and so good wonderful.. nice

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Lon Brunk 17 December 2016

You made me feel and let me into your life and loss. That is the mark of good writing. Loved your poem.

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Kim Barney 22 June 2015

Such a sad story, but told extremely well. You have his eyes, and you have these few precious memories. Hold on to them. May God bless you.

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Darrin Mcmiller Jr. 22 June 2010

That was amazing, I was right there viewing it all with you. Well written, Great job.

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Abha Sharma 13 May 2008

Your poem reminded me of the poem…”Home they brought her warrior dead: by Tennyson I can see the nostalgic yearning turning to pride, revealing the connection…HIS BLUE EYES… I try to recall, the more I age, but just these memories I have, And one other thing, I have his eyes... MY EYES ARE BLUE beautiful expression and a sincere tribute…. the first day of spring also related …Writing does give you a vent and makes one lighter… **Abha**

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Karin Elizabeth Martin

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