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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Father Spoke in Code</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father spoke in code<br>Mother understood.<br>She would cry<br>once he went to bed.<br>I never understood the code.<br>My sister didn't either. <br>As we got older, we quit<br>asking Mother what he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A feral cat claimed our yard.<br>It would leap the fence <br>when anyone appeared.<br>Except, of course, Father.<br>When he came out to walk<br>around the garden after supper, <br>the cat would sit straight up, <br>then rub against his leg<br>and look at him as if it understood <br>what others never could. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sister used to say <br>the two of us were proof <br>Father and Mother <br>got together twice.<br>I told her I wasn't so certain.<br>I looked a lot like Mr. Brompton, <br>the next-door neighbor.<br>He used to buy us sugar cones<br>from the ice cream truck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sister, by the way, didn't look <br>like anyone in the family either, <br>but that was 40 years ago<br>when I last saw her.<br>I went away to college <br>and she got married.<br>We were never close after that. <br>Not even Christmas cards.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forty years is a long time.<br>Now, we plan to get together<br>for a weekend this summer<br>before one of us dies.<br>I suggested we wait<br>till one of us is terminal.<br>What's the rush, I said.<br>But my wife told her<br>I was only kidding, <br>that we'll be coming<br>and not to make a fuss.<br>Burgers and hot dogs<br>will do just fine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know what Sis and I <br>will talk about that weekend, <br>the two people we'll always<br>have in common, no matter <br>how many years and miles<br>may lie between us.<br>Father and Mother have been <br>dead for decades now<br>but they're still alive in us.<br>I talk in code, my wife says, <br>and my sister cries a lot, <br>now that her husband's dead.<br>The one thing I want to know<br>is if my sister knows<br>what happened to the cat.<br>It knew the code, <br>may have had some answers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Donal+Mahoney">Donal Mahoney</a><div class=q>
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Mother understood.
She would cry
once he went to bed.
I never understood the code.
My sister didn't either. 
As we got older, we quit
asking Mother what he said.

A feral cat claimed our yard.
It would leap the fence 
when any..."></div>
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