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Sometimes I look for you
but mostly you come to mind,
a memory curled in my heart,
a felt sense of presence
often my own face as
I awaken in the morning mirror,
moments of humour,
anger and sorrow,
Confused
holding my four year old hand.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Oh! this made me tear up!
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It is difficult this one, it’s been sitting there a long time. Dad has been gone 28 years. Thank you Dawn for baring your soul.
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These things are difficult, and often, just under the surface.
And, thank you for baring yours. Peace.
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Thank you, yes, peace.
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Very touching, Paul. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you VJ it was the story about your husbands father that triggered something I’ve sat with for some time, my father would have been 89 on April 7, and it’s 28 years since he died. Cathartic.
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Much of what you conveyed is echoed in my husband’s words. That hole can never be filled by another.
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That is so true, and in a weird way, the hole must be there otherwise I would forget.
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I know, for me, there are moments when, without really thinking about it, I wonder what my dad would do, or I think back to something he had said in a similar situation and think: “Ohhh, that’s what Dad meant.”
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I get that, I do that at times, memories!
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This one is full of raw emotion written in understatement, which you do well.
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Lovely compliment, thank you very much for that 😊
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Always welcome, my friend 🙂
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All sad above, my father is gone nearly as long
… understated raw emotion is a good way to describe your poems!
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Thank you for sharing how you feel, and for the wonderful compliment too Kate. 😊
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always welcome Paul!
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Super touching , Paul
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Thank you for sharing that, and for saying how it affected you.
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Such a sweet longing! Beautifully expressed, Paul.
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Winnie thank you for sharing that 💕
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My pleasure, Paul!
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Did my father hold my hand?
The only thing I can remember is a walk through the nearby forest some 20 years ago. He had never asked me to join him on such a walk.
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I hope that was as good as it sounds, memories are so important for me.
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Such emotion!
Have a memorable ANZAC Day.
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Many thanks GP, and Yes, Anzac Day, went to an early ceremony this morning our time, lots of old warriors about, was good to be part of it.
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I can just imagine. Please shake the hand of a vet for me one day when you get a chance!!
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I will indeed do just that GP.
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Wonderful poem. Your concept of memory is fresh. It goes with us everywhere for good and bad. Shadows at least need light.
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Well said, yes shadows need light, thank you so much.
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Beautifully expressed!
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Thank you so much for sharing that.
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Thank you VJ
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Growing up fatherless.A common phenomena for black girls like me.But this definitely flicked my soul. But ohh well…
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O, I am saddened by that, thank you for sharing that important part of your story.
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Sure thing.
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Very moving
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Many thanks 🙂
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