In memory of Hector Combattente
April 17, 1989 - October 27, 1995
why am I still here?
the old man asks again;
for us, we answer,
to know that the world revolves
and that spring has come again
Tanka Prose
What Remains We are newly married, live in an apartment, have no garden, but for entertainment we browse nurseries. On an impulse, we bu...
8 comments:
This brought a tear to my eye, Adelaide. Thanks....
Thank you, Tinky. My father was a remarkable man, not just because he lived such a long time, but for his determination and courage to face obstacles and chalanges.
Adelaide
Hello,
Lovely anguish, so hard to bare, I imagine. Thank you.....old pajamas
thank you,
Adelaide
such a beautiful poem and such beautiful wisdom
This is wonderful. What beautiful tributes you have paid to your parents poetically.
Thanks, Robin. My parents have been gone a long time, but when you've had a good relationship with parents and a happy childhood, I don't think you ever forget them or miss them.
Adelaide
A belated Thank you to you, Lorena.
Adelaide
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