<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=382421" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Father's Persistence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was there rain coming down that day? <br>I really can't remember.<br>My mother says it was cold and dreary<br>on that day in December.<br>Was I welcomed onto this earth<br>as I took my first breath in? <br>My father wanted a boy to raise.<br>Should I have stayed where I had been? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gradually he accepted a little girl<br>and held me on his knee.<br>He played LP records for hours<br>and I inhaled the harmony.<br>My mother says he was obsessed with this<br>and thought I should be left alone.<br>But his persistence through my first two years<br>paid off with each new tone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By age four I was playing the piano<br>and my father praised God.<br>My mother was surprised I guess.<br>But she thought me rather odd.<br>My happiest childhood memories<br>was playing whatever I'd heard.<br>My father was deliriously happy.<br>My mother thought it absurd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most of my youth went so fast.<br>Most of it I can't remember, <br>just like the part about rain coming down<br>on that cold dreary day in December.<br>But the thing I remember the most now<br>was my father's pride and joy<br>that I was born a girl instead of a baby boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwina+Reizer">Edwina Reizer</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=382421" data-title="My Father's Persistence de Edwina Reizer" data-description="Was there rain coming down that day? I really can't remember. My mother says it was cold and dreary on that day in December. Was I welcomed onto this earth as I took my first breath in? My father wanted a boy to raise. Should I have stayed where..."></div> </div> </div>

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