my parents

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    my parents

    GOD ONCE WAS THINKING HARD
    KNEW NOT WHAT AND WHERE TO START

    HE SAT IDLE FOR SOME MORE TIME
    AND THEN CAME UP WITH AN IDEA FINE

    HE STARTED TO CREATE A COUPLE SO SPECIAL
    AND CARVED THEM WITH HIS FAVORITE CHISEL

    AND AS HE CREATED HIS MASTER PIECE

    A STRONG BELIEVER IN HIMSELF HE WAS
    AND COOL MORNING BREEZE AROUND HIM BLEW

    HE LOOKED AT HIS WORK WITH EYES SO KEEN
    IT WAS HIS BEST CREATION EVER SEEN

    THAT COUPLE WERE MY PARENTS DEAR
    WHEN THEY ARE AROUND I HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR..

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    medcat commented on my parents

    06-09-2009

    It is so sweet of you to regard your parents so highly. I'm sure that they are deserving of this very special poem.

    connsk8 commented on my parents

    05-27-2009

    I like this, his choice of words, I can picture God's actions, and I like the thought, seldom expressed in our young ones today, good for you for having such wonderful parents and for being able to let them know!!

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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