VisitationA Poem by icaros13_My Father passed twelve years ago, but I saw him today.
I was having my morning coffee, reading poetry, and there he was, smoking my pipe, watching me from my reflection. © 2012 icaros13Reviews
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Added on August 10, 2012Last Updated on August 10, 2012 Authoricaros13Kansas, OKAboutFor we have thought the larger thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devil's tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day. ..I do love.. more..Writing
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