Saturday, January 19, 2013

My Son, My Son Comments

Rating: 5.0

I sit here in the fading light
Alone.
I'm still, although my weakened, wasted frame
Occasionally dances with the cold.
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Owain Glyn
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Clarence Prince 24 January 2013

A real lovely poem, a nice tribute to a well missed son, Owain! This I really like, I'm old now, and live with just my thoughts of you. Well done!

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Barbara Nixon 24 January 2013

Amazing poem, very touching and beautifully written.10

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Valerie Dohren 20 January 2013

Very sad, a story which must be familiar to so many.

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