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
a brisk autumn walk the muddy blend of colors deepens my mood where are the highlights and bright spots of yesterday? Ribbons:Tanka Cafe
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
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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