March 01, 2005

My father moved trough dooms of love

Nostalgic feeling overwhelmed me. I can relate to this poem because that’s how I feel about my father. The poem seemed to be a tribute to her father. He was a man of wisdom and was able to raise his head above water where ever his was. She thought he was the perfect man “his anger was as right as rain”
“His pity was as green as grain
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