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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358300" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Father's Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember my father as being a warm person-<br>A strong man in many ways always working hard so that<br>My mother and I could have the very best-<br>He passed so many years ago but<br>I can still hear his laughter, and recall his gentleness-<br>As he was always there for me-<br>I still can see him working in his garden<br>At the time we lived close to the shores of Carmel –<br>I can still hear the leaves upon the trees rustling in the wind, <br>And the peaceful rocking of the ocean waves<br>Soothing me as they were lapping upon the shore close by-<br>I will never forget the joy the flowers he had planted<br>Brought to him, my mother and I, <br>As he seemed to be lost inside a world of his own, <br>Transforming a yard where at one time only high grasses grew<br>Into a kingdom of color and beauty for everyone to perceive-<br>I shall never forget the rose bushes-<br>Yellow, pink and red blossoms in their colorful hues <br>Enlightening to everyone’s eyes, as they were, and fragrant as well, <br>In all of their delicacy; <br>My father passed years ago- - a terminal illness snatched away<br>This wonderful being – tears still come to my eyes in past memories- as<br>I cannot comprehend that if a god exists-<br>How could he have snatched life away so quickly from<br>A person who had such a zest for life? <br>I shall never forget the moment he died, how my uncle<br>Sat upon a chair in the bathroom with his head in his hands weeping<br>When my father fell to the floor at his death-<br>Although he has parted from this world forever, fond memories continue-<br>People always die but flowers keep growing and live on.<br>Yesterday I cut a pink rose from a bush in the yard and<br>Placed it in a small vase upon the end table by my bed side and<br>As I drifted off to sleep this delicate and lovely flower carried me<br>Into the world of my fantasies- where my father is still with me always, and<br>I still feel his loving arms embracing me; I can still hear the rustling of <br>Leaves upon the trees outside, and I still hear the waves lapping upon the shore<br>And even though in flesh he is gone- <br>Departed from this world, he has left valuable reminiscences for me to treasure; <br>Whenever I stand in his garden I can still feel his presence, as in my<br>Heart and spirit, he shall always be very much alive….</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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A strong man in many ways always working hard so that
My mother and I could have the very best-
He passed so many years ago but
I can still hear his laughter, and recall his gentleness-
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